The Damsel and the Dragon

I don't own Harry Potter or Beauty and the Beast

*notes, set in pre French revolution in England, witches and wizards went to Hogwarts at age 12 and returned at age 16

Prologue

Once up on a time there was a very rich, very arrogant, and very lonely wizard. He was like a prince to the world he belonged in, and acted it in every way. Although he had everything he had ever wanted, he was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. He had no respect for others, especially for those not of pure blood.

One winter night there was a dreadful storm. Both his friends and servants were being sheltered in his castle on the fateful night that a lowly looking Muggle ventured to knock upon his door.

"Please sir," she said as she clutched her tattered shawl, "all I ask is that you give me shelter for one night from the cold and little food and water. Please take this enchanted rose as payment for your troubles. It is all I have." The woman begged as she knelt at the prince's feet.

"Be gone woman! You have no place here. Return to the hovel in which you belong, and as for the rose. It is filth just as you are. Get out of my presence." The prince was disgusted by the sight of her haggard appearance and unclean blood. He sneered at the gift though she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

"Please," the woman tried again, "Please just one night. And the rose is enchanted. For what rose could bloom in winter?"

When the prince dismissed her again, the Muggle's ugly appearance melted away to reveal a beautiful pure blooded witch. The prince tried to apologize but it was too late. The witch had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous monster and cast a powerful spell on his castle and all who were there at the time.

Ashamed of his hideous form, the monster sequestered himself up in his castle with a magic mirror, his only window to the outside world. The rose the witch had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 21st birthday. If he could learn to love another of different blood status, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, the spell would be broken. If not, then he would be doomed to remain a beast for all eternity.

As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a monster such as him, especially when he had done naught for the world?

Either go ahead and review this and then go onto chapter one or just move on and review after =) Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

~chocoyum4~