Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Tangled, which the story is based on.
This is my first fic, so I'd really appreciate constructive criticism.
The first part of the fairy tale series is going to be Rapunzel, based on Tangled. Draco will always be the uke in the relationship and Harry will always be the seme, kay? If you don't like slash, then don't read it. It's that simple. Happy reading guys, hope you like it!
The kingdom of Slytherin was ruled by their fair King and Queen. They looked after the kingdom wisely and made it prosper into one of the most powerful lands on earth. King Lucius and Queen Narcissa longed for a child for many, many years, and to their great delight, were blessed with a beautiful little boy which they named Draco. Unfortunately Narcissa's sister Bellatrix grew crazed with jealousy upon seeing the angelic boy, seeing as she didn't have any children herself. And even if she did, they wouldn't be even half as pretty as Draco.
So on one silent night, only days after his birth, she stole him away and trapped him in a tower hidden behind a curtain of ivy in the forest where no-one dare ventured into. Bellatrix had always wanted a daughter though, and since there was nothing that could change Draco into a girl, she never cut his hair. Not even when it reached the floor. In fact, she was delighted and decided to use his hair as a rope to climb up the tower.
Meanwhile, Lucius and Narcissa were frantic with worry. After days of fruitless searching, they had given up and instead offered the hand of the lost prince in marriage to whomever that could find him. A year quickly passed and still nobody had found their precious son. So the entire kingdom decided to send lanterns into the sky every year on their prince's birthday in hopes of his safe return.
No-one knew that the lost prince was only a few kilometres from the outskirts of the village. No-one knew that he was well-fed and growing lovelier by the day. And no-one knew that he would gaze adoringly at the floating lanterns every year.
A small, green snake slithered around the potted plants, eyes darting around for a hiding place. 'Aha!' He thought, sliding in between two plotted plants. He glanced around his surroundings cautiously, body coiled with tension. After a few minutes, he slowly relaxed and smiled as much as a snake could.
Suddenly, something blonde and soft wrapped its way around the end of his tail and he was jerked up into the air screaming and writhing. A gentle voice laughed somewhere on top of the balcony.
"Really, Salazar, this is the what, twelfth time I've won?"
Salazar grumbled angrily and glared at the pretty blond boy who had an infuriatingly smug look on his face.
"Oh don't look so sad. Come on, Mother should be home soon and we haven't even done our chores!" Draco giggled and cupped Salazar into his hands before sweeping back into the tower.
"Don't you mean your chores?" Salazar hissed, pouting.
7 AM, the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15
Draco sang, twirling around with an armful of clean clothes, blonde hair twirling around with its owner. Salazar was seated on his owner's shoulders, content to watch him do the strangest dances while doing chores.
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
The lost prince lay down on his bed, flipping through a dog-eared book about snakes. "Ooh, Salazar! Listen to this! Did you know that snakes don't have eyelids?" Salazar nodded, having heard this all before. In fact, he was confident that he could list down every single fact in the book after years of listening to Draco recite them.
"Oh, and did you know that they can only swallow food?"
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?
Draco hummed as he streaked the wall with green, and then added a few blobs of red on top of it. "There! An apple tree. Doesn't that look nice?"
A sudden ding! made him turn around. "Cookies are done, Sal!"
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,
Sew a dress!
Salazar ducked as a stray dart nearly stabbed him in the eye. Glaring at Draco, he tried to make a rude gesture with his tail.
"Oops, sorry Sal! I guess that's enough darts for one day?" He giggled nervously. "Why don't we go for a climb, then? Last one to the top loses!" And with that, he tossed his golden hair to the highest rafter and started climbing. Salazar didn't stop glaring but started climbing anyway. Maybe if he won, Draco wouldn't force a horrid pink dress onto his already beautiful body.
And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more,
I'm sure there's room somewhere.
And then I'll brush and brush,
and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been
Draco sighed, having already read his three books (And recited all the facts to Salazar) he picked up his brush and started the long, tedious task of brushing his long, luscious locks of hair. "Salazar…" He began, and then quickly bit his lip. The green snake prodded the blonde's side, gesturing for him to go on. "Well, I'm getting kind of bored of this, you know? Doing the same thing every day." Salazar hissed and poked his tail towards the window.
"What? No! I can't. Mother told me it was a horrible place outside. Thugs, cannibals…" Draco shuddered and continued to brush his hair although he secretly wanted to take a peek at the outside world. He was sure Salazar knew that too.
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
And wonderin' and wonderin'
When will my life begin?
Draco was finally brushing the last of his tresses. Once he was finished, he stood up and slowly walked over to the window sill. Salazar followed dutifully.
And tomorrow night,
Lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year.
What is it like
Out there where they glow?
Now that I'm older,
Mother might just
Let me go ...
He softly sang, gazing out into the clear blue sky. Draco hopped onto the sill and stared down at the forest, eyes searching for something, anything, which would tell him about the lights and the world outside. He was turning seventeen this year, considered a grown up according to what his Mother told him. Sighing, he moved over to the other side of the room, where a painting of himself staring at the lights resided.
"Draco? Draco, Sweetheart! Let down your hair!"
Startled, Draco jumped and fell on his butt in an undignified heap. Gasping, he shoved Salazar behind the curtains and shushed him.
"Mother's here! Don't make a peep." He warned the small snake. Salazar nodded and slunk over to the darkest part of the shadows.
"Draco? Draco! Hurry up! I don't have all day!"
"Coming, Mother!" Draco called out, hurriedly wrapping his hair around the hook near the window sill. He carefully let down his hair to the dark figure standing beneath the tower and waited for his Mother to tug his hair.
"Okay, dear! Pull me up!" Draco sighed and stared pulling his mother up to the tower, straining his delicate, porcelain arms.
"Hello dear," Bellatrix greeted the stolen child after heaving herself over the window edge. "How was your day?"
"Oh, it was fine, Mother." Draco smiled, unravelling his hair from the hook. "So um, you know how it's my birthday tomorrow…"
"Yes, I'm well aware of that." Bellatrix replied half-heartedly as she examined her face in the mirror. "What about it?"
"Well, uh you know how the lights always appear and stuff… cause well, I was curious about why they only appear on my birthday and all that, but it's okay if you didn't notice! I mean, I just want to find out why they are there and…" He trailed off, unsure of how to ask his Mother.
"Dear, you're rambling." Bellatrix snapped. "Now, what is it you want to ask me?"
Draco gulped, fidgeting. "I was wondering… ifIcouldgoandseethelightsthisyear!" He shouted the last part. Bellatrix blinked, staring at the pretty blonde.
"…What?"
"I… was wondering… if I could go see the lights this year." Draco whispered, congratulating himself on managing to ask her. Bellatrix smiled and laughed.
"Oh Draco, darling. What's wrong with watching the lights from here?"
"It's not the same!" Draco blurted out. "I want to see them. For real. As in, up close!" Bellatrix sighed, shaking her head.
"Dear, it's a horrible place out there. Cannibals, remember? And poison ivy, too. Quick sand, bandits, all that horrible stuff!"
Draco whimpered desperately, "You'll be there for me, wouldn't you? I'm sure you can protect me from all that."
"I barely manage to survive myself, dear. How dangerous do you think it would be if I had you to look after as well?"
Draco's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I guess…" he whispered.
"I'm sorry, darling. But what would you like for your present besides those silly lights?" Bellatrix cooed, running a hand through Draco's long, golden hair.
"Those paints made of seashells you once gave me." He murmured, still staring at his lap sadly.
"Dear, that's a three day journey." She started to protest, but upon seeing her 'child' looking so unhappy, she relented. "Alright, dear. I'll get those paints for you. You'll be fine during those three days, though?"
Draco nodded, forcing his tears of disappointment back. "I'll be fine…" He whispered. Bellatrix nodded and walked over to the window.
"Good boy, now lower me down like a good boy."
Draco stood up and once again wrapped his hair around the hook.
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you more."
"I love you most…"
Draco stared at the waving figure and gave a small wave back.
"Bye Mother…" He whispered.
Harry was in deep shit. He was running through the forest along with Crabbe and Goyle, a satchel containing the lost prince's crown clutched tightly in his hand. He could hear Captain Riddle yelling at him from a distance and could hear the thundering hooves of Buckbeak, the best hippogriff in the kingdom of Slytherin.
"Shoot," Harry muttered, "Shoot, shoot, shoot!" They were facing a rock wall, and there was no other escape path.
"Okay, listen," he panted to his dim-witted companions. "You guys give me a boost and I'll pull you guys over."
Goyle raised an eyebrow. "Give us the satchel first."
"What? You don't trust me?" Harry asked, pretending to be wounded. "That… that hurts."
"Do I look like I care?" Goyle asked, snorting.
"Fine, fine." Harry muttered, tossing the satchel over. He clambered up the backs of Crabbe and Goyle, scrambling up over the edge. Then he started running.
"Hey wait! What about us?" Crabbe yelled, "And what about the… satchel?" He stared at Goyle's satcheless waist.
"POTTER!"
Harry laughed and kept going, dodging a tree branch. What he didn't count on was whn the Captain suddenly appeared, with an angry Buckbeak staring at him.
"Shoot." He mutered.
Well, that's it guys! Review, you know you want to. Is it just me or does Bellatrix look suspiciously like Mother Gothel? Hmmm…