Disclaimer: I only own Alec Javert, Adaline, Marié, Árielle, and Adaline and Enjolras's kids if they have any.

June 1st, 1832

Adaline POV:

Les Amis de l'ABC and I are in Café Musain, planning diligently for the barricades. General Lamarque's health is fading fast, and he might not last the day. Enjolras, my husband, is sitting by his desk, left forearm on the wood, and right hand gripping the quill. His left hand goes up to his golden curls and pulls through them, agitated. I sigh and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him and lean my head on his broad shoulder.

"How's the speech going?" I asked him gently.

"I can't think of what to say!! I have the beginning and the end but I can't write the middle." I smile at him, even though he can't really see it.

"You'll find the words. You always do," I encourage Enjolras as he puts the quill down. His callused hand takes my soft one, lightly pulling it up to his mouth. He kisses my fingers, eyes staring into mine. My eyes shine with love, as do his. Then, Enjolras stands up, listening to the commotion that has occurred from Combeferre, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, and Grantaire. Grantaire always makes a commotion; it's his favorite thing.

"At Notre Dame the sections are prepared!" Combeferre shouts as he runs up the steps to our meeting room.

Feuilly joins in. "At Rue de Bac, they're straining at the leash." I bite my lower lip, nervous at the thought that we are actually doing the barricade.

Courfeyrac concludes, "Students, workers, everyone, there's a river on the run, like the flowing of the tide, Paris coming to our side!"

Grantaire smirks after taking a drink from his beloved wine bottle. "Of course, the barricades will only work if Enjolras stops being the romantic man and finally joins us in our elaborate plan of fucking the government." I roll my eyes. Luckily, Árielle and Gavroche aren't here to witness Grantaire's swearing.

"Grantaire, please shut up before I shove that bottle up your arse. If I didn't need you for the revolution, I'd throw you out the window," Enjolras retorts (jokingly about the second part) through his gritted teeth. I look up at Enjolras, whose eyes soften as he sees me. "The time is near...

So near, it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware...
Don't let the wine go to your brains!
We need a sign
To rally the people,
To call them to arms,
To bring them in line!" Marius walks in, an idiotic expression plastered onto his face. Enjolras huffs, "Marius, you're late." I sigh and gently put my hand on Enjolras's arm, trying to calm him down. He breathes slowly in and even slower out.

"Marius wake up! What's wrong today? You look as if you've seen a ghost," Joly says as he sits down next to Marius. I glance uneasily between Enjolras and the group crowded around Marius. This is not going to end well at all.

Grantaire staggers over to Marius and throws his arm around Marius's shoulders. "Some wine and say what's going on!" Grantaire takes a large drink from his bottle, grabbing another one and handing it to Marius.

Marius begins to sing, "A ghost you say...a ghost maybe.

She was just like a ghost to me.
One minute there, then she was gone!" I groan silently. Enjolras isn't going to like this at all. He's... how do I put this. Very dedicated to the revolution. Enjolras's face starts to turn red with anger.

Grantaire encourages Marius, singing, "I am agog!

I am aghast!
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never seen him 'ooh' and 'aah.'
You talk of battles to be won,
And here he comes like Don Juan.
It's better than an opera!" Enjolras fixes Grantaire with a glare, one that screams 'DON'T ENCOURAGE THIS!'

Enjolras slowly walks over to the boys' table and sits down. He stares at all of them and begins to sing. "It is time for us all

To decide who we are.
Do we fight for the right
To a night at the opera now?

Have you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game
For rich young boys to play?" I cringe. That reminds me of my parents. They're probably pissed at me for getting married to the leader of the revolutionaries. I don't care.

"The color of the world
Is changing day by day.
Red - the blood of angry men!
Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!" I walk over towards their table and sit down in an empty chair next to Enjolras. I can see Éponine's face peeking out from under the stairs. I feel so bad for her. Marius is a daft idiot because he can't see Éponine's love for him. I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't know she loved him unless she stood up and sang a song for him!!

"I thought you might know how it feels

To be struck to the bone
In a moment of breathless delight!" Enjolras scoffs and turns to walk away, but Marius grabs onto his arm.

"Adaline is your wife, and you should
Also have known
How the world may be changed
In just one burst of light!

And what was right
Seems wrong,
And what was wrong
Seems right," Marius retorts. Enjolras looks over to me, sitting in the chair on his right. I look back at him, into his sea-blue eyes that seem to look straight into my soul. He gives me a gentle smile and then turns back to the boys, who Grantaire is urging on. Grantaire needs to stop encouraging this; I can't stop Enjolras from killing him.

"Red" Grantaire starts to sing, smirking at Enjolras. I can literally feel Enjolras screaming inside his head, staring at Grantaire with an indignant look on his face.

Marius starts to sing again, "I feel my soul on fire!" 

"Black," Grantaire sings, smirking at Enjolras.

"My world if she's not there!" Enjolras looks at Marius, annoyed to bursting. I yell silently in my head. I stand up and hug Enjolras from behind. His shoulders relax slightly.

Everyone joins in, "Red."

"The color of desire!" I shake my head at the boys, who seem to be dancing mockingly at Marius. I see Gavroche and Árielle walk over to Courfeyrac and pull on his red coat. I wonder what happened.

"Black" I sing along in my head, grinning at the boys' antics. Enjolras turns and looks at the boys, and I can just see his face. He just wants to curl up and stop existing (A/N: Not my idea, found it on Pinterest). It would be easier than this.

"The color of despair!" Well Marius is very excited about this; it's like he's at one of the rallies again.

Enjolras rolls his eyes. "Marius, you're no longer a child.

I do not doubt you mean it well,
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger goal.
Our little lives don't count at all!" I'm nervous now. What if Enjolras dies? What if I die? What if Éponine dies? What if Gavroche dies? I shudder, mind filled with terrible images of my friends, husband, and adopted son dead on the road, covered with bullet holes. Enjolras, feeling my shudder, turns and wraps his arms around me. I gratefully accept the comfort, my hands going around his back as well. He rests his head on mine and continues to sing, a little softer this time. 

Everyone sings along with him, including me. "Red - the blood of angry men!

Black - the dark of ages past!
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last!"

And now it's business time. Our little song session is over and now it's time for planning. Unbeknownst to literally every Ami except from Courfeyrac, Árielle and Gavroche have important news for us, but nobody's listening to them. I step over to the trio and look down at Gavroche's face. "What is it, Gav?"

"It's very urgent!! It's about General Lamarque." I gasp and step on a chair, making sure everybody would be able to see me.

"LISTEN EVERYBODY!!!" I shout. Les Amis turn to me, Enjolras with a look of confusion on his face.

Árielle and Gavroche say in unison, "General Lamarque is dead." Everyone's faces show a look of sadness, even Enjolras's. However, Enjolras also has a thinking expression on his face. He does that cliché lightbulb-over-the-head moment. I got down from the chair gracefully.

"Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.

The people's man.
His death is the sign we await!
On his funeral day, they will honour his name.
With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes
With their candles of grief we will kindle our flame
On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barricade rise
The time is here!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant shout
They will come one and all
They will come when we call!"

Ári and 'Roche are standing there, talking amongst themselves. I sigh and walk up to Enjolras, who is furiously writing the speech. "I got it, Adaline!! I got it!" he shouts as he hears my footsteps behind him.

"Great job! I knew you could do it, mon amour," I reply proudly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He picks me up and spins me around as I laugh. He sets me down gently and lightly kisses me. I smile into the kiss as his hand wraps around my smaller hand. He softly pulls away from me and pulls me into a side-hug. I rest my head on his shoulder and look at everyone getting ready for the barricade.

Author's Note: So yesterday (December 2nd, 2020) I forced my brother to watch the YouTube video of "Master of the House" with only two words. TWO WORDS!!! They were "drunk Santa." So we watched it! He's only 11, but I thought he was ten. I can remember the most non-important things but forget the important ones. For example, I forgot my brother's age but remember all of the words to "Look Down-Beggars." Yayyy... Vive la France!

          -GryffindorPadmeEaton