Disclaimer: I am not Victor Hugo so I don't own any part of Les Miserables  except for Felicité Pontmercy.

January 2nd, 1831

Third Person POV:

Felicité Pontmercy's light brown hair becomes sprinkled with soft, white flecks of snow as she walks through the cobblestoned streets of Paris, France along with her older brother, Marius, at the early time of 7:00 AM. The winter chill threatens every person in the city, but especially the homeless.

"You know, Marius, I'd like to know where you vanish off to basically every night," Felicité says teasingly but sincerely.

"Lissy, I told you already," he responds, "I can't tell you. It's not important." Her eyebrow raises skeptically as they walk further along the streets. The twenty-year-old woman watches the poor struggling in the streets, face drawn in a pitying, dismayed expression. Felicité, even though a lady of wealth, has a caring heart, a heart made of gold. She walks softly up to a woman, tattered rags her only clothes and a belly bulging with child, and kneels down in front of her. Felicité reaches into her pocket and drops six francs into the pregnant woman's hand, smiling softly at the poor soul.

"Stay warm with this," Felicité whispers softly, smiling comfortingly. "Take care of your baby." 

"God bless you," the woman says gratefully and emotionally. Felicité stands up and walks back over to her brother, but not without giving the woman a hug.

"That was very risky," Marius warns his younger sister by one year. "Grandfather wouldn't be happy with you."

"I don't care, Marius!! She was suffering!" Felicité retorts harshly, taking the man aback at the outrage in his normally sweet sister's tone. "I wish there was something I could do to help more."

Marius sighs, by now used to his sister's exclamations, and tries to change the conversation. "Have you seen Éponine recently?" the man questions.

"No, I have not," Felicité replies teasingly. "Why, do you want to see her?"

"Yes...." Marius answers, confused. Marius is very oblivious, thus not realizing the woman in question's (Éponine) huge crush on him. Felicité is the self-proclaimed matchmaker of this "couple," as they haven't been courting or anything. "What does that mean? You're looking like the cat that ate the canary." Felicité grins widely and shakes her head, deftly avoiding the question.

"Never mind," she says coyly. The siblings stop in front of a large elephant, the Elephant of the Bastille, and stand next to it. Marius looks up at the Elephant, as if expecting to see someone. Then, the pattering of feet on the stone approach the two as Marius and Felicité look up at the person shouting Marius's name. The feet and the voice belong to a curly-haired man around two inches taller than Marius, about six inches taller than Felicité.

"Marius!!" the man cries, running up to the siblings. "Who's this beautiful mademoiselle? Is she your girlfriend?" Felicité and Marius cringe at that.

"Definitely not my girlfriend," Marius denies quickly. "She's my sister. My younger sister."

"Only by a year!!" Felicité buts in, annoyed. "And my name's Felicité." The man that still is unknown to the woman bows low and kisses her hand.

"Je m'appelle Courfeyrac," the man says smoothly (A/N: je m'appelle = my name is). Courfeyrac's jet-black hair has dustings of snow in it and his shoulders, encased in a maroon jacket, also are sprinkled with the white snowflakes. Felicité curtsies politely to him, smiling.

"How do you know Marius?" Felicité questions, perplexed. She always thought her brother was so awkward that nobody really liked his Napoleon speeches and whatnot, thus not liking him as a result.

"Well, we're both members of the- OW, MARIUS!!!!" Courfeyrac yells the last part, courtesy of Marius's foot stomping down on his. "What the hell was that for?" Marius stares intensely at Courfeyrac, coughing meaningfully. Felicité looks between the two men, confused.

"Members of the what?"

"Oh uh..... never mind," Courfeyrac chuckles nervously.

Felicité POV:

Something's up.

I look between Courfeyrac and Marius with my eyebrow raised. "Really, what's going on? How do you guys know each other?" They share an apprehensive glance between themselves.

"We met at the university, at la Sorbonne. Courfeyrac shares some of my classes and we became friends," Marius says, looking around and trying to be natural and calm. It's not working. He's lying to me; I can tell.

"Fine," I say, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "Marius, if you don't stop lying to me, I'm going to go back home!!" Courfeyrac looks very uneasy, probably because I just got really mad at Marius. Great. That's a perfect first impression. My grandfather told me that first impressions are everything. He also tells me, "If at first you don't succeed, pack your bags," in regards to having a great impression on someone (A/N: This quote is not mine!! It's from Pitch Perfect, but I don't know which one. I think it's the first).

Yeah. My grandfather's a piece of work. I push myself off from my leaning position on the Elephant and I start to walk purposefully home. At least, that's until I walk straight into someone. "Oof!" I look in front of me but see no one. Then I look down. There's a gamin boy there, blonde hair straight but tangled and blue eyes shining up at me. "Bonjour, monsieur!"

"'Ello mademoiselle," he says back in a cocky tone. "'Ow ya do, my name's Gavroche."

"Well, Gavroche, my name's Felicité, and I'm doing well."

"Nice to meet ya, Felicité!" he greets me happily.

"Nice to meet you too, Gavroche," I reply, grinning at the young gamin in front of me. I look closer at him and realize that he's only wearing a buttoned jacket. He's shivering from the cold. "Come on, Gavroche!" I say, taking his hand. "Let's go on an adventure!"

"Ooh, an adventure? I love those!" he responds excitedly, and we walk through the streets of Paris together. I slowly maneuver us over to one of the stores so that I could get Gavroche a proper winter coat. "Umm where are we going?"

"I'm getting you a winter coat," I say determinedly.

"You don't have to!" he immediately denies, almost as if he was shocked that I'd care for him like that.

"But I want to," I declare, pulling him into a shop. We walk up to the front where a very grumpy man sits at a desk. "Monsieur, I require a warm winter coat for this young boy." The man grunts.

"Stand up here." I gently push Gavroche forward until he's standing on the raised platform a little nervously. "MUSICHETTA!!!" the man roars as I jump. A petite woman with blonde hair pulled into a bun hurries out of a storeroom.

"Yes monsieur?" she says, barely-hidden sass present in her melodic voice.

"Help this woman and boy with a winter coat." The very annoying man leaves, thank God.

"Bonjour!" the woman chirps. "My name's Musichetta, but I'm pretty sure you already know that. What's your name? Both of you," she says, grinning at Gavroche.

"I'm Felicité," I say warmly. "Thank you for helping us."

"'Ello, I'm Gavroche!!"

"Well, Gavroche, Felicité, I'm going to sew you a winter coat! Now, I'm going to be taking your measurements so that the coat actually fits you. Nobody likes a too small or a too big coat!!" Musichetta gets to work, bustling around Gavroche and wrapping a tape measure around the boy. Gavroche stands still, as still as a slab of marble. "I'm done measuring you now. It will take me around 14 hours to finish, so you probably should make yourself comfortable or leave the store. I liked talking to you guys!"

"I liked talking to you too, Musichetta," I respond, smiling at the woman. "See you in 14 hours!!" Gavroche steps down from the odd platform thing and adjusts his jacket. Then, I see this odd rosette-like thing on the lapel of his jacket. Why didn't I see this before? It's a circle-like shape with colors of red, white, and blue.

"Where'd you get that rosette, Gavroche?" I question, perplexed. Gavroche's eyes widen and he seems to think for a second, as if debating what to say.

"Oh it's nothing important," he says nonchalantly. "I found it somewhere." I don't think that's the truth, but I won't push it. If Gavroche doesn't want to tell me, he doesn't have to.

"Okay. Would you like to go get a pastry? I hear they're really good."

"Sure!!" he grins up at me, white teeth gleaming among the grime covering his face.

"Well come on, then!" I say, grabbing his hand and bringing him to a bakery. I pull the door open and step inside, the warm aroma of freshly baked bread permeating the air around me. A little bell alerts the baker to our arrival. "Bonjour, monsieur!! May we please have two croissants and two macarons?"

"You may, mademoiselle," the baker says politely. "What flavors would you like for the macarons?" I look down at Gavroche, who's staring at the displays of pastries in awe, and raise my eyebrow.

"Gavroche? Which one would you like?"

"You mean I could pick?"

"Yes, silly!" I say, ruffling his hair. "I think I'd like a caramel one, s'il vous plaît"(A/N: s'il vous plaît = please).

"Umm may I have a chocolate one?" Gavroche says shyly, which is completely unlike him from what I can tell. The baker reaches into the glass cases protecting the pastries from thieves in the night. He hands the croissants and macarons over to me, and I hand one croissant and a chocolate macaron over to Gavroche, who stares at the food in his hands as if he hasn't had sustenance in days. We walk out of the bakery and back to the Elephant, sitting on benches near it. Gavroche digs into his food.

"Gavroche?" I question, taking a bite of my sweet macaron. Oh it's so good!!

"Yeah Felicité?" he says, chocolate crumbs dusting his face.

"When was the last time you ate?" I say cautiously. He looks up at the sky, in deep thought.

"Uh maybe two days ago? A day? I don't really know." My jaw drops. He hasn't eaten in days?? He perks up, looking at the Elephant. "Felicité, can I show you something?"

"Sure. What do you want to show me?" The gamin scrambles over to the Elephant, slipping inside it and dropping a rope down the side. I step closer, confused and nervous.

"Gavroche?" I say softly. "Are you in there?" His face pops out of the Elephant's side, grinning mischievously at me.

"Come on up!" he shouts. I carefully grab onto the rope and I feel a yank coming from inside the Elephant. I get pulled into the Elephant of the Bastille, shocked that there was actually something inside it. "Welcome, mademoiselle, to our home." Our?

Just then, five children come out of the shadows, each and every one starving. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. They are all cold, shivering from the dreary winds, cold, and snow that currently envelops France. My heart reaches out to these children and I dip a hand into my pocket, rifling through it for some francs. I pull out seven and hand them to Gavroche, whose eyes widen at the mere notion of that much money, let alone seeing it.

"Use this to buy food for all of you, Gavroche." The boy nods his head solemnly and then his face lights up, making me grin.

"Boys and girls, this' ere is Mademoiselle Felicité," he introduces me to the others and I wave. The children's lips curve into scarily similar smiles.

We stay in the Elephant for hours, talking about inconsequential things and sharing the bread that I bought. I look at the sky and see that it's almost completely dark. I curse under my breath as I call for Gavroche.

"Gavroche, it's time to go back and see Musichetta again !!" The boy appears by my side as if he were a ghost and we make our way down the Elephant until we reach solid ground again. We hurry off to Musichetta's work as the time ticks closer and closer to complete darkness. Finally arriving, I see Musichetta waiting at the front desk, smiling proudly and holding a new blue winter coat in her hands. I smile, seeing that the coat would keep Gavroche more warm than the coat he has on.

"Bonjour Felicité and Gavroche! Here's your jacket," she says, handing Gavroche his new jacket. "It costs ten francs." Gavroche immediately tries to hand the jacket back after hearing the price, but I reach into my pocket and drop ten golden francs into Musichetta's hands.

"Thank you so much, Musichetta !!" I say, Gavroche shrugging on his jacket and grinning at the warmth.

"It was no trouble, Felicité. It's my job."

"MUSICHETTA !!" I hear the terrible store owner shout at the kind woman. "YOUR JOB IS NOT TO TALK TO OTHERS !!! GET BACK TO WORK OR YOU ARE FIRED!" I look sympathetically at Musichetta, who shrugs and begins to tidy up the shop. Gavroche and I leave the shop a second later and he thanks me for the jacket.

"You don't have to thank me, Gavroche. You deserve it." Gavroche grins up at me and salutes me, vanishing off into the shadows as he runs off through the cobblestoned Paris streets. I turn back towards my house and finally reach it, pulling the heavy wooden door open. I step into my house, trying to keep quiet so that I'm not heard by my grandfather. He'll kill me if he discovers where I was today. I sneak into the kitchen and grab some food, as I haven't eaten since Gavroche and I had the macarons and bread. I eat the food slowly, thinking about my day. I wonder how Gavroche is doing. Once I finish my food, I go upstairs to my room. I get changed into my nightgown and fall into my bed, pulling the sheets over me and falling asleep immediately.

Author's Note: Here's the first chapter!! I wonder when Felicité is going to meet Les Amis de l'ABC. Especially Enjolras. Who doesn't love Enjolras? He's so hot!! And I'm going to end this author's note before I go on a rant about Enjolras's hotness. Vive la France!!

            -Kaylin