AN/- hello everybody, this is my new SSOC story,

Previously Audrey was named April and her friends called her Avril, the character's name was based on my friend Avril's as a birthday gift but I had to change it for reason I cannot explain simply because I think they are stupid as well, but anyways this one is still for Avril and her love for the car brand Audi (Audrey's nickname is Audi) and Avril I do hope you get that SUV you wanted.

A delightful story of romance, family and humor-stay tuned to read more.

French words used in the chapter and may follow:

Au Revoir- goodbye
Oui- Yes
s'il vous plaît- Please
Merci- thank you

Other words may be used by translations are promised, but they will simple ones.

Dedicated: This chapter is dedicated to France and Paris because i so badly want to visit the Louvre and the Eiffel tower.

Warning- could get Mary Sueish in the later chapters

Disclaimer- Everything you have heard of in the Harry Potter books and movies belongs solely to the author, characters seen otherwise are the figments of my imagination

I don't wish to make promises I cannot keep and therefore updates in the story will not be as quick as anticipated but i promise to update whenever possible, i hope you will understand because this is my final year in college and I will be having major exams coming up in the course of this story. Thanks you and i hope you will enjoy it and give me your feedback, because i know authors thrive on reviews and so do i.

The Prince's Princess

Chapter 1

Far Far Away

Summer time was never very pleasant for the rather drab occupants of Spinner's End, they never did have lawns with lush green grass or rose bushes and nor did they have gardens at the end of every corner, funny part was they didn't even have street corners, just rows of houses that spread endlessly over till they were divided by the fence, a very rude interruption to the extensive colony where no one knew each other or let's put it this way, no one cared to know each other.

Most of the children or teenagers as the ten year olds called themselves as they smoked a cigarette away from home, never really had a garden to play in, their parents worked in the factory down the road that made cigarettes, their grandparents had worked there too and conceivably the factory would not wait to swallow them as well, perhaps it had already succeeded half way in its evil scheme.

Severus had never really liked that street, it felt as if everyone on that street was born into poverty, raised by it, been chewed, bitten, punished and spat out by poverty, everyone always included him, that street never let him go, but he always had a sanctum to run to—Lily Evans, his best friend, his crush, his-, it didn't matter, it never did—at least not to her, it was a waste of his life, a waste of his pride and a grave folly that only his heart succumbed to and could never possibly mend him again, never.

But then again the term summer vacation held some benefit, he didn't have to see those brainless brats that he had to teach the whole year, all in all it was good to be alone after a year of torture by children half your age. Ah! Yes, summer always had its benefits. Well, at least that was what Severus thought.

In a country not very far from the Queen's in a city called Paris, a girl called Audrey Adams agreed with Severus's possibly only anarchic belief, summer vacations always had its positives but never when her mother's boyfriend was over, good grief she hated that man with a passion and he probably did the same.
This was the fifth time that she had been grounded because of that idiot and she did not appreciate the fact that the punishment could not be administered to him. So Audrey sulked quietly-maybe not so quietly, as she blasted her music at full volume.

"Audrey! Audrey! Get down here," came her mother's voice from below.

"What?" asked Audrey opening her door enough to pop her head out.

"Get down—your letter just arrived," said her mother waving an envelope in the air and then walking into the kitchen with the letter. Audrey opened her door completely so that her music now flooded the whole flat.

"And turn that racket off!" said her mother from the kitchen.

"It's not a racket it's my bloody sanity," muttered Audrey quite pissed off already, but she turned off the stereo and walked down to the kitchen to proclaim what was already hers.

Audrey walked into the kitchen to find her mother sorting out letters while her boyfriend Jean Claude looked for food in the fridge. Audrey rolled her eyes at his inappropriate behavior and sat down on top of the counter that divided the kitchen and the living room. Audrey thanked her mother as she accepted her school letter from her.

"Audrey—did zou leave any food at all?" asked Jean in his strong French accent trying his best hand at English he had learnt because of his job requirements.

"No—I fed it to the dogs," said Audrey snarkily as Jean shook his head and took out a small box and opened the box to reveal a two day old tiramisu.

"We'll have to go back to Le Blanc lane," said Audrey looking at her supplies list as Jean sat down next to her a large spoonful of tiramisu in his mouth.

"Hey! That was mine!" cried Audrey sharply as Jean smiled at her and his hand pushed the next spoon into his mouth, it was a rather large helping for a dessert.

"Bloody idiot!" muttered Audrey murderously.

Rachel looked up from the letters she had been reading and a little shocked at her fourteen year old daughter.

"Audrey!" said Rachel sharply.

"What?" shouted Audrey refusing to look away from the tiramisu hoping the two day old staleness had rot it to the core.

"He's your teacher," said Rachel sternly.

"No, he's not-at least not in the summer—in the summer your just my mother not the transfiguration professor at Beaxbatons so why does he get the privilege of being the charms professor when he is nothing but your annoying boyfriend," she finished scowling.

Rachel was about to continue with her lecture on how Audrey needed to set her priorities right but she stopped as she saw her daughter's face, her straight black shoulder length hair perfectly held back by a hair band apart from the bang that Audrey loved to hide half her forehead with, her eyes were so dark, deep, so endless, and her skin as pale as new porcelain. So very unlike Rachel, so like-him, just like him.

"Can I go to my room," said Audrey unhappily as she rubbed her toe into the tiles trying to make a hole in them.

"Please do," said Jean as Rachel looked at him pointedly.

"Whatever!" muttered Audrey leaving the kitchen to go back to her room upstairs to the solitude of her music and her owl Featherless Henry.

Audrey opened the windows in her room to let the air come in, she loved living on the tenth floor, she had a marvellous view and thankfully their house was the only duplex in the whole building. Audrey loved staring at the Eiffel tower from her window, they said every one could see it from their windows when it was first built, and she was glad she still could, the sight was always grand, Audrey thought that there was nothing in comparison to the tower's magnificent built, it was truly, majestic.

Audrey's eyes roamed freely into the street below a very customary sight of open air cafe`s, several skinny women running around in stiletto heels, smell of fresh croissants everywhere, oh yes, she loved France, no she loved Paris in the summer, she loved it so much.

Every Possible nook and corner had love in the air 24x7; France was the country of Romance and Paris the capital of love. This time around it was generally filled with honeymooning tourist or artists from all around the world who came to enjoy the delights only Paris could offer to them.

Audrey smiled to herself looking at the tower while suddenly the owl that was flying towards her window had to swoop above her head and crash land on her bed. Audrey quickly dashed to the bird's aid, she tried to check for any grave bruises but the bird flapped its wing anxiously as Audrey untied the envelope from its tiny leg, a treat and the owl was out the window flying back to where ever it came from.

Audrey looked at the envelope addressed to her, the handwriting was awfully familiar, since it was from her best friend Gabrielle Delacour. It read,

Dear Audrey,

It is with great pain that I write you this-I searched all of America for your CD but failed to find it, also Fleur asked the hotel concierge to help me right this, he's a really nice person. Anyways so I'm returning to Milan tomorrow and I cannot wait to meet you, also you must know that I found a t-shirt I know you will like it has your favourite band on it, my mum thought it was too garish and that you shouldn't be wearing that in the first place and wanted to buy you a pink dress, sadly she did, though it's not so bad if you look at it from far away-very far away.

I shall be coming back by plane hope to see you soon because what I need to tell you can't be said in the letter, just remember to keep next week free, because we're going to have the time of our lives.

P.S- Hope Jean didn't give you a hard time, Fleur says hello and ask your mum if she can send you for the world cup I have extra tickets-Leon is going. I hope she says yes, if she doesn't-we'll make her.

Au Revoir

Gabrielle Delacour

Audrey was happy now, no she wasn't just happy—she was ecstatic, this day couldn't have been better, she had gotten away from calling Jean an idiot and now she was being invited to the quidditch match she had been waiting for since forever. She just hoped her mother would wave her punishment away and let her go for a once in a life opportunity she had been dying to get through to.

She waited for Jean to clear off, she was glad that he wasn't going to be staying over like he had the past week, she was happy to have gotten rid of the menace and she approached her mother who she noticed was in a very pleasant mood.

"Dinner?" chirped Rachel as she looked at Audrey who sat down next to her on the couch. Audrey nodded as Rachel walked into the kitchen and pulled out two packets of noodles.

"Noodles again!" whined Audrey as Rachel nodded, it wasn't that Rachel didn't know how to cook she just never felt like it or rather felt too lazy to actually put the effort into cooking for two people who would absolutely eat anything and besides she never did need to cook after all they were only living in the house for the summer the rest of the year she and Audrey would be at Beauxbatons where Audrey would learn and Rachel taught Transfiguration.

"Ice cream then?" asked Rachel as Audrey nodded happily, however mature she thought she was Audrey was still the fourteen year old girl she was supposed to be most of the time.

The two set out towards the tower a five minute walk for what Audrey called the world's best ice cream, well part from last year's Italian one when she and her mother had gone on an escapade to the city of 'Roma'. The next country Audrey was dying to visit was England the country where she was born, the country where her great aunt and uncle lived where her father was still residing in. Her father, no wonder she never got the hang of French, she was a free spirit just like her mother apparently, she never got around learning how to groom herself in her first year at school, no wonder she was clumsy at charms and detested 'Professor Jean Claude who taught it'.

"Deux chocolat`," said Rachel as the man at the cart scooped out two cup full of chocolate ice creams and handed them to her, she walked back to the empty bench that Audrey was sitting on and sat down next to her handing her the other cup she took a spoonful and thrust the sinful delight into her mouth.

"Oh dear lord, Audi you must try it-" said Rachel pushing another spoon into her mouth as she closed her eyes and devoured the taste.

"Mum—is aunt Min going to come this week?" asked Audrey looking up from her ice cream.

"No—she's stuck at work," replied Rachel shortly.

"Oh—I was wondering then—well you see Gabby—said something about the world cup—you know that I really wanted to go—and she said that they had tickets for the whole week and that her cousin who was coming isn't so, she has an extra ticket—if you said I could go—" finished Audrey a little pleading smile on her face as Rachel looked at her daughter raising her eyebrows a small smile on her face.

"We'll see," she finished.

"Oh! Mum please! I really want to go imagine the horror when people will talk about how the Jupiter house chaser didn't go for the epic world cup of her life—I'll be a laughing stock in the Neptune house common room !" finished Audrey dramatically.

"These things happen every five years Audi—and there is no need to over emphasis things," said Rachel teasing her daughter.

"Really—five years is a long time!" scoffed Audrey; her ice cream was beginning to melt.

"I promised Jean we'd spend the week with him, it's his birthday this Saturday," finished Rachel.

"I didn't promise him anything like that and besides I hate him—he hates me—wouldn't it be better if we stayed clear of each other—I mean it is his birthday and he does deserve a gift," said Audrey hopefully trying to win her mother over.

"I wonder how you can openly talk about him like that when you know very well that we're together and besides your Godfather said he'd be visiting this week," said Rachel.

"I'll write to Remus and tell him not to, he'll understand-please mum—oh please let me go!" begged Audrey closing her eyes tightly.

"Alright, you can go," sighed Rachel defeated as Audrey's face lit up like the tower.

"Come on eat up—your dinner's getting warm," finished Rachel digging into her cup full ice cream.

AN/- hope you liked it. Do review