Never Butterflies, Just Fire

Prologue

When Persephone Derosiers got her letter, she was elated. At the ripe, young age of age of eleven, she was concerned about if she would even get one or not. She wasn't exactly worried about being a squib, as she had shown great promise for magic at a young age, but she was concerned which magical school she would get into. Her family lived in France, and therefore it would most appropriate for her to go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, but many young wizards studied abroad. She knew for a fact that wizarding children from England often went to wizarding schools elsewhere due to political views, but she hadn't heard about other children going to Hogwarts without living on the island country.

Persephone's father went to Hogwarts, and her mother (who was born in France) went to Beauxbatons. Because of this, and because of certain persuasion from her father to the headmaster, she got letters from both schools. She didn't even have to open the letters to know which one she was going to.

It wasn't long before the young girl had gone through the brick wall between platforms nine and ten, and she was standing in front of a large steam engine. The red of the train glowed in her eyes, which were giving off the same nervous energy that all first years had. Or at least, almost all.

Persephone looked to her right at a dark haired boy giving a curt goodbye to his parents. He didn't seem to be nervous at all, and if he was, he was hiding it well. He walked with a purpose towards the train, though before he got on he sighed deeply. The girl smiled. It seemed that even those who seemed to be the most calm were still nervous.

The strawberry blonde girl shook her head, as if to shake off her nerves and looked at the train with determination in her blue eyes. She stood up straighter than she had just moments before and sashayed towards the train.

Once Persephone was inside the train she tried to find the first available compartment. She never found it too hard to make friends, and she decided if she ended up with bad company, she could always pretend to read one of her books. She was even willing to say she had to go to the bathroom and never return. Though, she figured these solutions probably wouldn't be necessary. She looked inside a compartment holding two children about her age and decided to open the door.

"Do you mind if I sit with you both," Persephone asked, already making her way into the space. The young boy in the compartment (who's black hair needed a particularly good washing) frowned, though Persephone wasn't sure if this was just his permanent expression. The red headed smiled as she walked in.

"Sure," she started nodding her head, causing the sun shining in the window to create golden and orange fires in her hair. "I'm Lily," she continued, "and this is Severus."

"I'm Persephone," the blonde intruder stated as she sat down.

The group soon started talking about what they were looking forward to during their first year at Hogwarts, and their nerves for the sorting process. Severus was confident that he would be placed in Slytherin, but he didn't offer much more to the conversation.

Soon the train arrived and the first years were ushered across the lake and ended up in a large clump in the Great Hall. Children were getting sorted into their appropriate houses by getting a old, worn hat placed on their head. Persephone saw the dark haired boy from earlier, whose name happened to be Sirius Black, get sorted into Gryffindor. There seemed to be both a look of relief and anxiousness on his face as he sat at the table. Before long it was her turn to be sorted.

"Bold, honest, extremely brave... I know just where to put you."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

She walked over to the table dressed in red, and began clapping when students were sorted into her new house. It wasn't long before her ginger friend from the train joined her.

"I think it's going to be a great year, don't you?"

As Persephone looked around at all the smiling faces in the Hall, she couldn't help but agree.