Disclaimer- Oh I wish I was an Oscar Meyer wiener… Oh hold on, wrong wish. I wish I was J.K Rowling.

Note from authoress: Yes. I'd like to say many thanks to my reviewers. Especially to -0Crimson-Pearl0- for the constructive criticism, hopefully I get more of this and none of flamers. I'd also like to say that, I am a calm kind of person. I will accept any kind of comment, even the flames. Not because flames make me laugh, they make me feel like I should definitely change something wrong with the story because the hope that I cherish the most is the fact I am able to please my readers.

And so here is Fleurs de les Secrète Lune.

Fleurs de les Secrète Lune

By: Aisu-Kurimu-Yummeh

Chapter Two: The Third Sister, Tiffany Samantha

Hermione's POV

"You alright Mione? You've been looking out the window ever since we got back home!" Ginny asked worried.

"I'm fine, I'm just a bit tired right now. We've been shopping all day I just needed a little break." I yawned.

Seriously, I am tired. All that thinking can tire a girl out, you know.

"Oh, okay then. Go back to sleep, I'll wake you up tomorrow before the train leaves." Ginny went off.

I let out a relieved sigh and looked out the window once more.

It's hard for someone to lose their mother at such a young age. I could remember every detail of my mother. Her name was Angelique Belle Lé Trix, she was considered to be the most beautiful witch of France. She had long, shiny light brown hair, and mesmerizing brown eyes. She was smart and kind, and then when love hit her she just blanked out. She began to fall very hard for her first love, Sir Henry Gingham.

Sir Henry Gingham was, even though I hate him not even I can deny this, a very good-looking man. Let's say that when a woman would look into his amber eyes, they would instantly fall for his charm. This womanizing prince was as devious as he is attractive. His dark blond hair, his physical body, his deep voice was the weakness of women everywhere. In other words, he can get any woman he wanted.

However, Angelique Belle Lé Trix was not just any woman. She managed to play hard to get for five months, which is history for the yearning man. She just couldn't hold on anymore and gave in. And so, the two had an 'happily-ever after' that lasted only five minutes. The man had gone off all over again in search for another woman.

This time, this woman was a bit foreign. Her name was Anastacia Anjelita Flor de Luna and this Spanish beauty was another desired witch. She had jet black hair and light brown eyes, and a very beautiful voice. I remember the first meeting between her and mother. She sounded so soft, I wanted to just hug her because she sounded so hurt, so emotional. She was also very kind, she had begged mother to not have any revengeful thoughts towards her or her family. Mother was never the woman to have any bad thought about anybody and easily complied. Only a few days later, while Katerina and I were still in grade school, they had been obliterated by Lord Voldemort. After, as Katerina left to her grandmother, we drifted further apart.

There are days where I want to just torture my father for everything he's done to mother and I. I want to tell him of the things he deserves, the things that I want to show him, that I will avenge my mother and take revenge for what he did. But then, in my mind I feel like what's the point? He wouldn't care, to him I'd be just some deranged little girl who believes that I am his daughter and immediately will send me away.

'So you changed your name as well.' I heard a voice in my head. It sounded familiar, like I've heard it many times before.

'I'm guessing you don't remember who I am, or the fact that years ago we made this small link that we almost forgot, at least a link that I haven't.' I suddenly remembered.

NOT.

'Seriously, who is this?' I questioned back.

'It's Katerina remember?! Jeez to think you have father's eyes and not his brain!' Katerina yelled.

I rolled my eyes, 'Well sorry Miss No-Life I've been having too much of a blast here to remember you.'

'Such cruel words, Isabella. Are you thinking of father again?' she asked.

Bingo.

'He is not considered father, he's considered a cruel man who cares nothing of sex and—'

'The third child is Tiffany Samantha. The mother is Victoria Kingsley, a commoner of America.' Katerina interrupted me.

'I see, but why a commoner? At least our mothers were something of royal value.' I snorted.

'It seems that this woman had loads of money left over from her boob job.' Katerina said bitterly.

'Oh yeah that's right. The first child is the calm one, the second child revengeful and the third is spoiled. Who knew?' I sniggered.

'Cierre para arriba! That's not true! No soy enojado en el padre!'

'Usted si, usted lo odia que usted desea matarle! Okay enough Spanish now!'

'But—'

'No! I'm going to sleep.'

'I'm attending Hogwarts with you.'

'I am going to.. wait WHAT?!'

'You heard me. Well sleep tight!'

'KATERINA!'

'……………………'

"Damn it!" I growled.

"What happened?!" Ginny ran in.

I just stared at her, "What?"

"You just screamed 'damn it'!" she yelled.

"Really? When?" I asked playing dumb.

"Oh never mind!" she stomped out.

I sighed, 'That was close.'

'Hah hah vouz avez obtenu dans l'ennui!' Katerina taunted.

'Ferme-la!' I pouted started to sleep.

Cierre para arriba!- Shut up!

No soy enojado en el padre!- I don't hate father!

Usted si, usted lo odia que usted desea matarle- Yes you do, you hate him so much you wish to kill him.

Hah hah vouz avez obtenu dans l'ennui!- Hah hah you got in trouble!

Ferme-la!- Shut up!

So yeah. I used the AltaVista translator for this. Please review this chapter! Goodnight!