Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything assosicated with Harry Potter. I also don't own Moulin Rouge. I am using both for entertainment purposes only. Whatever you don't recognise (plotwise) of Moulin Rouge i do own, however i don't own anything you recognise.
I have been throwing this story idea around my head for a long while, and while it is based on the movie Moulin Rouge there are elements that are mine. The idea for this came after reading Order of the Phoenix when it first came out. So that should tell you how long it has been floating in my head trying to get out onto paper, i mean screen - whatever. Timeframe-wise this is Post-OotP/Pre-HBP and definately Pre-DH. It's also AU since HBP ruined the idea. This is a DMxHG, although I do have other pairings in mind but they change every other week.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please don't flame me - i've tried to warn you. Oh, i'll will also be keeping the same rating as Moulin Rouge (M15+).
One last thing, In the prologue whatever is in italics is what is happening to the author/Draco, what ever is in normal print is what is being written.
The Show Must Go On
A Harry Potter Fan fiction by Ixchel-of-Palenque
Prologue – October, Seventh Year
There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, and very wise was he. And then one day, one magic day he passed my way. While we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
Nature Boy, Moulin Rouge/Eden Ahbez.
This 'enchanted boy' was sitting at his desk in the head dormitory. A pile of parchment sitting in front of him waiting to written on. A promise to be fulfilled waiting to be completed. The blond boy looked out the window that looked over the top of the Great Hall of the castle. Looking down at the parchment, he picked up his quill, dipped into his ink and started to write.
Hogwarts, a school of magic, the centre of learning for the future generations of the wizarding world. It was ruled over by the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. A haven for students, where the rich and powerful purebloods came to learn with the half-bloods and muggle-borns of wizarding society. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Hermione, a muggle-born. She shared her knowledge with everyone. They called her the "Gryffindor Princess", and she was the smartest witch of the century, part of the 'Golden Trio'. She hid her beauty, although she was still quite beautiful, inside and out.
Looking back up the young man wiped a tear from his eye before he continued to write.
The woman I loved is … dead. I first came to Hogwarts when I was eleven. I was expected to be the best student there was as I was the best that the wizarding pureblood society could offer. I knew Hermione for five years as the Gryffindor Know-it-all Mud-blood. She beat me in every subject except potions. However it was the summer of our sixth year that things changed.
I was to become what was known as a Death Eater. A Death Eater was a member of a group of dark wizards that went around and tortured muggles and muggle-borns. I was expected to become one as my father was ranked highly in the society. They were forced to follow a madman – The Dark Lord Voldemort - and I had no desire to become one of his followers. I was already an accomplished in occulemency, however I was a poor actor. I was skilled enough to fool my classmates but not enough to fool my father or the Dark Lord. I decided to go to a summer acting class during my break. It was a muggle thing and I knew that my father wouldn't approve of me going but I wanted to go as it would be one thing that I know he wouldn't think of me doing.
It was at this class that I met the real Hermione – the one that the Gryffindor's knew. The Hermione that I would fall in love with. One year ago, the woman I loved died.