A/N: I was so surprised at how many Starkids there were who read my story! Yay! The funniest part for me was Chris Allen as Moaning Myrtle; I almost had a heart attack I laughed so hard! And 'Joe Walker dies' was so funny too! Ahhh, it was amazing. The end was so sad though, I wasn't ready for it to be over. However, I am so excited for their new musical, Twisted (it's Aladdin with the plot of Wicked… or something…).

Eponine had been peacefully dreaming though the night, but was jostled awake from her dreams when morning came. Enjolras gently awoke his sleeping lover as the carriage found its way up Aunt Agnes and Uncle Jacques' extensive driveway.

"We're here already?" Eponine asked dejectedly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and Enjolras solemnly nodded.

"This trip might be hard for you; honestly, I'm not quite sure what to expect. I haven't seen my aunt and uncle in ages. By the sounds of it, I presume I shall be quite miserable. I hope you are destined to have a more pleasant experience," Enjolras said bitterly.

Eponine peered out the window, and was not ashamed as her jaw flew open. Freshly cut grass was laid out neatly in front of the large, marble mansion that had decorative pillars supporting the front of the house. Stone pathways cut across different areas in the grass, all lead to different places. A grand white marble fountain adorned with a cherub statue stood proudly before the house. Different flowers were neatly organized by color in different sections of the front yard, and the scent was heavenly.

"This is where they live? It looks like a palace fit for a king! I used to dream about merely seeing a house as grand as this! No, calling it a house serves it no justice; it's a mansion," Eponine breathed happily, a fraction of her worries momentarily washed away.

Enjolras cast her a bittersweet smile, sad because he knew of the horrible past that Eponine once suffered through, but happy for it lifted his heart to see Eponine smile.

"I'm glad you like the house; after all you shall be staying here for a brief stint," Enjolras said as the carriage pulled to a stop.

Eponine regarded Enjolras fully. It had never processed in her mind that he had come from such a wealthy background; he always seemed better off than most, but Eponine had never realized how much better off he had been.

"This was the house I grew up in," Enjolras said without warmness in his voice that one normally uses when they speak of home.

"Well, home is home," Eponine shrugged.

"This is not home; it's just a house. An empty house full of bad memories," Enjolras spat. Eponine looked at him sadly.

"I know what that feels like. Not that I ever had much of a house myself, but there was a time when we had the inn, and that was our house. It was never home to me, just a place to sleep," Eponine recalled with a sour taste in her mouth. "Enjolras, what is home to you?"

The simple question took Enjolras far longer to answer than it should have, but when he provided his answer, Eponine couldn't stop her heart from speeding up.

"Home is where the heart is, and my heart lies with you. Whether we are braving the streets, or stuck in my flat. When I am with you, I am home," Enjolras said sincerely as he embraced Eponine.

"How did I get so lucky? I still cannot believe that someone like you can love me. Our relationship is highly scandalous and risky, the poor and the rich? We do not mix! Yet somehow, nothing has ever seemed more right," Eponine sighed.

"You know status matters not to me. It doesn't matter what a person is born, but what they grow up to be is all that matters. Eponine, you have grown up to be a strong and wise young lady," Enjolras said.

Eponine was about to reply when the driver opened the door for the couple.

"Monsieur, mademoiselle," he said with a slight bow. Eponine snapped her attention away from Enjolras and nervously looked outside. The driver offered Eponine a hand to help her out of the carriage, but she scoffed and leapt out on her own. She didn't like people taking care of her. Well, she didn't mind it as much when the person was Enjolras…

Enjolras followed her out of the carriage, but it took a second for his eyes to adjust to the harsh sunlight that spilled from over the top of the mansion. When he was able to view the house in its entirety, memories from a dark childhood plagued his mind like a storm cloud infects the sky.

Enjolras turned to look at Eponine to see if the fear was evident on her face, but she was devoid of emotions. She must have noticed him searching her for she turned to him and spoke:

"I'm not afraid. Not when you are here beside me," she said with certain softness in her tone.

"Thank you for coming with me, Eponine. I wouldn't do this without you," he replied with an equal gentleness.

"I would never be anywhere else."

The two intertwined fingers and together they stood, facing the marble prison, ready to take on the world together.

A/N: The next chapter will be an introduction to the family. Also, there was a little Dumbledore wisdom in one of the lines if anybody caught that.