A/N: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic, so I am not expecting it to be very good. This follows mostly the plot of the Les Mis movie, with little hints of the musical and book. I am not too familiar with the musical, but have done much research on the Éponine character in the book. Clara is completely reformed the way I believe she should be. She is a new character and everything about her is completely designed by me, so I apologize if any big fans are completely against it. I truly love exploring new characters that were not important and expanding them into characters that could have been important. I love Victor Hugo's masterpiece, and this is, in no way, saying that I disliked it. Another thing is, I am not yet sure if I will follow the exact plot of all three works. In other words, I don't know yet if I am going to kill off the characters who die in the works. I guess you will have to stick around to find out. :) I truly hope everyone who reads this enjoys it. I will try my best to make it good. Thank you!

Chapter 1- We're Family

Clara looked at her passionate spoken brother. His customary red coat was moving up and down his body as his hands dramatically moved out towards the people. She admired his hard work, and had promised him months ago she would never leave his side.

She ended up wanting to participate in his revolution more than expected. Now she stood beside him on a wooden stage, proclaiming the republic to come.

"Where is the king who runs this show!?" they shouted in unison. The people knew they were blood. The same levels of passion rose to the surface during their rallies. She turned and listened to the thorn in her side speak. Marius. Her brother's childhood friend. As children, she didn't mind him, but now the man that stood a few feet away filled her with anger. For her brother's sake, she kept her anger to herself.

Her anger wasn't fueled by anything he said or did to her, rather things he didn't say to a certain individual she now spotted weaving in and out of the crowd. She was tapped by her brother taking her attention away from the figure.

"Guards." He said, one single curl falling in front of his nose.

"Continue passing these out!" She ordered as she handed him the stack of crumpled, homemade papers. Her brown trousers she always wore, scrunched as she leaped off the stage. While passing out the flyers, she was searching for the person she had spotted earlier. She knew this person so well. From her caramel, bruised skin, to her chocolate, tangled hair.

"We meet here tomorrow at General Lemarque's house." she heard Marius shouting. She needed to find her friend first, before he did.

Suddenly, she turned and spotted a thin figure looking at the disgrace that was Marius.

" 'Ponine!" She called. As she reached her, Clara noticed Marius being shouted at by none other than his grandfather. It was the price many of the students had to pay for this revolution.

"He's fine 'Ponine." She assured her. Éponine was an interesting person Clara had bumped into one rainy night outside the Musain.

She had fresh bruises and scars on her skin and tears streaming down her cheeks. To save her from any further embarrassment, she walked her to a downstairs room of the café and fed her. They didn't say one word to each other, but it was not needed to understand what had happened. From that day on, Clara had become Éponine's only family.

As Éponine nodded, she turned to admire the young revolutionary standing in front of them.

"Marius!" Clara heard, as she saw her blue-eyed brother walking up to them. Marius nodded with obvious anger on his face.

"Free General Lamarque!" he shouted and followed the leader of this revolution. "Clara!" he finally shouted still walking away.

She sighed and smiled sympathetically toward her friend. "I'll visit later." Éponine nodded. "Now get out of here. It might get ugly." Clara ordered.

She pushed through the crowd and found her brother shouting at the uniformed men on tall horses. "Viva la France!" he shouted.

"Free General Lemarque!" Marius continued to shout. The uproar of the people began to overpower her ears. She finally joined in as the crowd began to be pushed back.

"Viva la France!" she shouted. This was her decision, and she would stay by her brother's side until the end.

"Enjolras!" she exclaimed, pulling him back as the horse approached him. No matter what she had to do, her brother would live.

Enjolras was thanking the men around him for the successful protest, when he caught sight of the caramel haired girl heading for the stairs of the café.

"Clara!" he called out. As she turned, she slipped her hands into her pockets. Growing up with him took most of her feminine aspects away. He might have been judged for this revolution, but it was Clara that had to cope with the stares and taunts from higher society that did not understand her attire. Her hazel eyes looked up at Enjolras with such calmness that he almost felt guilty for calling out to her so harshly.

"Where are you going?" he asked. She stared at him in confusion and shrugged.

"Enjolras, I always leave this time of the day." She responded, as if it was the most obvious aspect of her life.

He sighed already knowing where she was off to. Enjolras was surprised to find that his introverted sister had found a friend that was not one of the school boys. Most importantly that, that friend was a woman.

"Can't, whatever her name is, wait?" he asked, trying not to scowl. "We're busy today."

Clara shook her head and smiled. "No, she can't and her name is Éponine."

Patting him lightly on the shoulder, she sighed. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. I promise I will be back soon. This revolution lives, Enjolras. It won't collapse within hours of my absence. You're forgetting who the leader is."

At the end of the day, Clara was still his right hand and her absence made him nerves. He also understood that this Éponine girl required his sister. He didn't know exactly why, but he understood.

He nodded at her and walked back to the crowd of school boys. His sister was a special person and whoever this Éponine was, there must have been something special to her, as well.

Clara sprinted down the street, staying parallel to the precious café behind her. The merchants and gamine of the street were a blur to her as she spotted the group of con men that Éponine, unfortunately, called family.

Thenardier's crew was forming their daily plot before the rich bourgeois arrived to settle their guilt. Clara could not see Éponine anywhere, which meant she probably found that excuse for a man, Marius.

She couldn't understand why Éponine tortured herself with Marius. He clearly was too blind to see Éponine's fondness for him. Treating her like a shadow and messanger. Little did she know, that thought would feed her anger in the days to come.

As she arrived in the open plaza, just in front of the Musain, she leaned against the grey brick pillars that formed the bakery. She watched closely at Thenardier's crew and spotted Montparnasse, the handsome, but menacing man that darkened Éponine's life. This one man, was one of the many things that Clara protected Éponine from, but she alwasy failed at the end of the day. Once Éponine set a foot in her home, all the barriers that Clara had put up were torn down.

Finally something caught her attention, other than the snake that was Montparnasse. Her blonde hair, hidden in a large navy bonnet, fell in perfect ringlets on her puffy blue sleeves, that were attached to a ribbon filled dress that exploded out. Her arm was wrapped around a tall middle aged man's elbow. He wore a firm brown suit with a top hat. They were passing out money to the street rats surrounding them. They smiled down at them as they handed one coin to each person. Something her and Enjolras did, the only difference was they actually cared about the people lying on the street.

She turned her attention back to the girl and noticed her focus pointed to the opposite side of the street. Clara could see that lovestruck smile on her face and decided to find out who was causing it. As she drifted her eyes toward the old apartment entrance across the street, her heart stopped. The nail in her toe, the thorn in her side, the poor excuse for a gentleman. Marius.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter is on it's way. Sorry it was kind of boring, but it will get more exciting! I promise! :) Thank you!