AUTHOR NOTE:
Alternate Universe: Meaning this story does NOT fully follow OOtP and following books. Set in the summer between 5th and 6th year for Harry Potter. Changes are arising and loyalties are found out. I do not own Harry Potter or the lyrics. This song is Paris Holds the Key (To your past/heart) and is in the film Anastasia. Please enjoy, this is a recent story, also warning of strong violence and death, frequent mention to drugs/alcohol and any future warnings will be done later. Torture and graphic rape scenes will be in later chapters. Frequent Dumbledore bashing due to the events at the Ministry Of Magic during 5th year. This will be a Harry/Bellatrix, mentions Remus/Sirius and possible Harry/Ginny. Transformations and sneakiness ensue. Plot is mine, everything else is borrowed from either books, famous quotes or lyrics. Enjoy the story!
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Lyrics
"Speech"
Thoughts
Prologue:
Hadrian was sitting in the living room watching TV with Dudley (they had become friends) when Hadrian heard a loud CRASH from outside the house. Dudley went to look out the window and cowered back, "Hadrian, run, it's those… those… JUST GO!" Frowning Hadrian ran upstairs, pulled his magic things from the cupboard and paused for a moment, before shrinking his trunk and heading downstairs again, to the sound of Dudley's screams.
"Oi, Moldypants, leave my cousin alone…" He didn't have to raise his voice as everyone looked at him as he walked into the room.
"Ah, Harry, my…" Tom began and Hadrian rolled his eyes before flicking his wand and Tom glared at Hadrian. "What did you just do?"
"Oh nothing Tommy boy… Nothing!" He says a little too quickly and says slowly now, "Although I must say, if you're here to take me with you… Just make sure my cousin is allowed to come too…"
"DUDDIKINS WILL NOT BE GOING WITH YOU FREAKS!" Vernon roared he had put up with freaks in his house long enough. Hadrian's eyes flashed and he hissed out :Tom, I give you permission to punish these mudbloods how you see fit, don't kill them!:
"Oh and shall we head off now and let Tom finish off this work?"
"No Potter, you will stay and watch…" Tom turned to Bella who was hanging back warily, "Bella, please take… Harry's cousin outside for some… fun…" Hadrian caught Bella's eyes and glared at her, telling her not to hurt his cousin. She smirked, she would have fun indeed.
Lovers!
Ooh La, La!
Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a flower on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll show you that French joie de vivre!
Paris holds the key to your heart.
And all of Paris plays a part.
Just stroll two by two
Down what we call "la rue"
And soon all Paris
Will be singing to you!
Ooh La, La
Ooh La, La
Ooh La, La!
Paris holds the key to l'amour!
And not even Freud knows the cure.
There's love in the air!
At the Follies Begere!
The French have it down to an art!
Paris holds the key to your heart!
When you're feeling blue
Come to Le Moulin.
When your heart says don't,
The French say do!
When you think you can't
You'll find you can can!
Everyone can can can!
You can can can too!
Whee!
Whee!
Whee!
Paris hold the key to her past.
Yes, Princess, I've found you at last.
No more pretend,
You'll be gone,
That's the end...
Paris hold the key
To your heart!
You'll be "très jolie" and so smart!
Come dance through the night
And forget all your woes
The city of light
Where a rose is a rose!
And one never knows what will start!
Paris
Holds the key...
To her...
Heart!
Ooh La La!
Ooh La La!
Dudley and Hadrian were now arriving at Riddle Manor, it was huge, almost a big as Hogwarts, Dudley's jaw dropped at the size of it and Hadrian at the surprising feel of dark magic, it didn't disturb him like he thought it might. Hadrian was only worried about what Remus and Sirius would think when they found out, only until he heard the tell-tale popping noise of apparition and then the crack of house-elves. Looking down were two small little house-elves in tuxedos and top-hats, Hadrian nearly started laughing as they burst into song.
"Lovers! Ooh La, La! Welcome, my friends, to Paris. Here, have a flower on me. Forget where you're from. You're in France! Children, come! I'll show you that French joie de vivre!" Dudley's jaw dropped even more and Hadrian jumped at the sound of a kitten by his feet, "Aw, you must be cold, come on Jenna let's go…" With that they walked through the old creaking oak doors, only a slight air of fear hanging within their hearts. Tom showed them around the manor; before Hadrian realised something. "Tom, where are all your followers?"
"At their houses, or off scouting for allegiances! I have somebody for you to meet, Shadow Lord!"
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Author Note: Sorry about the cliff hanger, and please note that next chapter goes to Harry's Point of View and should stay that way, but I will mention if it changes in later chapters. Hope you enjoyed the prologue, things will become clearer in later chapters.
