Hey, wassup? So, I am starting a new story. I got this idea from Smallville. It's based on Doomsday/Davis Bloome and Chloe.
It's kind like the Hulk in a way, but I wanted it to be more like Doomsday, except he's not from a different planet.
Summary: Harry Potter is a Beast. On his seventeenth birthday, he turns into a Beast. He can still morph back into his human form when he calms down. The problem is that the Beast is a murderer and the only one who can calm him is Hermione.
This has NOTHING to do with the Disney movie.
Weasley Bashing.
Here's chapter one.
Beauty and the Beast
Chapter One
Beast
It was a dark and dreary night when it happened that summer. It was July the thirtieth at eleven-fifty that night. Ten more minutes and I'll be legal, he thought to himself as he looked at the clock. Harry Potter was a medium-sized young man with the facial features of a man much older than him, showing that he endured a lot in his seventeen years. His dark hair was a mess, a feature he inherited from his father. The only thing that contained the smallest bit of brightness were his emerald-green eyes. They were dull, yes, but were the only thing of color on him.
Harry rolled over onto his back, groaning. He wish he could fall asleep and rest. He needed it, but he could not fall asleep, because when he slept, he dreamed. And they weren't happy dreams. They were dreams of all of his loved ones dying one by one right in front of his eyes, leading to Hermione. His best friend.
He wondered why it was she that was last. She was his best friend and always stuck by him and pushed him to go on. That was the reason. He thought he could go on without the others. But without Hermione, it was hopeless. He was dead without her. A blank void. A broken heart laid out on the dirt road, ready to be trampled by all that walked upon it. He was a lost cause.
He had a picture of her on his bedside table, along with the moving picture of his parents. In the picture, she was smiling and showing her white, perfect teeth. He looked at it and smiled back. It did not reach his eyes.
He checked the time again. 11:53. He groaned again. He planned to leave his relatives' home the next morning first thing. He was tired of their nonsense and abuse and slavery. He wanted to be free, wanted to run away where no one could find him.
But the world needed him. He had to protect the ones he loved. It was prophesized he was to defeat Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time. He did not want to, but it was something he had to do.
Besides, even if he did run away, it would be pointless as Hermione probably would track him down and be barely able to get far. She had that fire in her. If she was devoted to something, she would complete her assignment.
Harry felt so trapped in his cage of twenty square feet. He was used to it, though. After all, his previous room was a cupboard under the stairs. His eyes trained on the clock again and he smiled a bit. 11:57. Three minutes. Three minutes, Potter. He would be a man in three minutes. An adult.
He just leaned his head back down and thought. He thought about how happy he would be if he killed Voldemort. He would be free to live his life the way he wanted. He would get married and raise a family. He would possibly become an Auror. He would live in the country where his nearest neighbor was a mile away.
Oh, he wished it could be like that. He wished so much.
Suddenly, the clock changed to 12:00. Midnight. "Happy Birthday, Harry," he told himself. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his chest. He gasped in shock at it. He was thrown off of his bed and onto the floor. He was on his hands and knees, gasping for air. He felt something in him, just clawing to come out. Harry did not know what it was, but he fought against it, to keep it at bay. However, he was not strong enough. He looked in the mirror on his wardrobe door at his reflection and widened his eyes at what he saw. His eyes were no longer green, but red. His face was mutating, his body was changing. A dark, thick, black skin started to grow on his body. He looked like a big monster. He was a big monster. However, it was not complete yet as he was still changing. His clothes ripped off of him, including his bottoms as his body got bigger and small spikes grew. His glasses flew off, shattering in the dark room. He began to release his hold on the force that was ripping through, unleashing the monster.
And then, he knew no more.
The Beast roared very loudly and woke up the Dursleys. "POTTER!" it heard the man yell. There was a pounding of the floor shaking and the door burst open. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley stood there shocked at the creature. The Beast roared again in their faces and they were all frightened of it. They turned around and tried to run away.
Tried.
The Beast grabbed Mr. Dursley from behind and threw him against the wall. Hard. His body cracked and skull smashed. The Beast killed him. Mrs. Dursley rushed to her fallen husband, shocked. The Beast, instead, grabbed her around the neck and threw her down the stairs. The Beast heard a crack, signifying that her neck was broken. Dudley kicked the rough, black leg of the Beast and stubbed his toe. "Ow!" The Beast looked at him and grabbed his fat body and hurled him through the wall.
The Beast anchored its foot on Vernon Dursley's body and roared to the heavens above. It turned around and went into the bedroom. It was about to jump out of the window when it saw the picture on the bedside table of Hermione. It lowered its fat finger to it and stroked the cheek of the girl in the picture. "Her-my..." it said.
Then, it turned again and jumped out of the window, breaking the glass and part of the wall. Its mission? Get out of there.
The Beast had no idea where it was going, but it had an idea. It followed its instincts. It went around the city, around the motorway, out of sight as much as possible, but it wanted to kill. It wanted to kill as many people as possible. It already killed three people and wanted to murder more. It did not seem to care, though.
It finally arrived to its destination. It had went through the woods to the backyard of a nice, white, two-story home with black shutters and a lovely garden. In the backyard was a grill and a hammock that was great for reading in the sun. The Beast looked up to a window on the second story as a wonderful scent filled the air.
It could smell her. She smelled of lavender and parchment. Just like her. The Beast smiled and fell to the ground, exhausted. It rolled onto its back to take in the scent and it fell asleep.
The next morning, Harry was woken up by the sun's bright rays. He was covered in sweat and grime and in the fetal position. He gasped as he woke up, panting. "Uh, Charlotte?" he heard a call from behind him. "Did we order a boy?"
Harry looked up at him. But it was weird. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but he could see very clearly. It was a man in his pajamas. He had a coffee mug in his hand and looked very shocked at seeing Harry. He had dark brown hair and familiar brown eyes.
Harry was too sore to move. What had happened last night? He just sunk back to the ground. "Bring a blanket!" the man hollered back into the house.
Soon, a woman joined him and the two cautiously moved toward Harry. The woman had light brown hair and blue eyes. She was thin and had familiar facial features. A soft blanket went around him, covering his bare body.
"Wh-where am I?" he asked confused, looking around, not remembering how he got there in the first place.
"Oh no, boy, we'll be asking the questions around here," the man growled.
"Jacob, be nice," the woman swatted her husband lightly. "He's probably lost." She knelt down next to him and smiled at him. "It's okay. You're in Kent. My name is Charlotte Granger. This is my husband Jacob. What's your name?"
Harry widened his eyes at "Granger". "Wait, 'Granger'?" Charlotte nodded.
"Harry...?" he heard from the doorway. They all looked and saw a Beauty standing there in her pink pajamas, her hair all messed up, with a confused look on her face.
He smiled.
TBC...
Well, there's chapter one. Hope you liked it. It's beginning to turn into the Hulk now. I just watched it with my dad. Like literally just now. Haha. I tried to make 2,000 words. I still am. Haha. I'll just talk about how my few weeks went like I usually do. But, hey, first chapters don't have to be long, right?
Just want to let everyone know: I feel like a big douchebag and a murderer. Yesterday, I was driving home from Books-A-Million and a squirrel ran across the road right in front of my car and I tried to swerve a bit to get it UNDER my car and not the tire, but it was too late. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the little bugger like flopping around on the pavement. It broke my heart and I wanted to cry. I wanted to get out and help the little guy, but I didn't think about that until later. I feel HORRIBLE! I hope he's okay. He could've been looking for nuts for his children's dinner. I feel like a douchebag.
And then I called a girl in my class an "oompa loompa" because her tan was like DARK. I was just messing with her, but she took it seriously. And I feel SOOO BAD. Haha.
I'm making brownies tomorrow for my friend's birthday Friday. Yay! It's gonna be sooo good! I can't wait to eat brownies!
Next chapter: Beast has another episode
Anyway, pleez review!
DREWHHR