Dancing bears, Painted wings
Things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings;
Once upon a December.
Summary: When lord Black begins looking for his long lost godson, Draco Malfoy, known conman, will do anything to get his hands on the reward- Even present a fake Harry Potter. But what happens when Harry is the real deal, and a curse is awakened?
AN: This is based off of Warner Bros. Anastasia. Neither belong to me, they are the property pf J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I already have most of the chapters out of the way, so updates will be quick, but I may withhold them until I see that the story is going well.
Warning: This fic will contain SLASH of the DRARRY variety. If you don't like it then please don't read it. I know it isn't everyone's cup of tea. I don't think there will be any lemons, as the story doesn't really allow it, but there will be some less than squeaky clean language from our boys.
Felix out-
Chapter One- Curses
Harry pulled at the neck of his dress robes.
He stood in front of a mirror, which was gushing about how adorable he looked.
At 8 years old, he was used to all of the functions he was forced to attend. His parents were high standing members of the Order of the Phoenix, close advisors to Dumbledore. So he was forced to make appearances at all of them.
The only thing that made this one in particular bearable was the fact that his godfather, Sirius, would be back from his trip. He would be attending the ball, and Harry couldn't wait to see him.
Voldemort, a dark wizard, had been trying to bring the Ministry to ruin. He had disguised himself as a light wizard, healing the youngest Weasley boy. He had been discovered, though. He was still on the lose, but hadn't shown his face in a month or so. Sirius had been looking for him.
Downstairs, the party was booming. Harry danced with his mum. Lilly laughed and twirled her son about before passing him off to Ginny Weasley, whom she believed had a crush on the boy.
Harry danced with Ginny. The great hall of Hogwarts Castle was beautiful this time of year, so close to Christmas, but for the party it looked radiant. There were trees, and lights, and a few faeries darted in and out of the holly wreaths and boughs.
Soon into the dance, a voice cut through the music and chatter of the guests.
"Excuse me, Lady Weasley, but may I steal my godson from you?"
Harry gasped and turned to see his Godfather. He grinned and ran at the man, wrapping his arms around him.
"Sirius! I've missed you!" Sirius laughed and scooped the boy up. "Of course you have! Life must get dull in the castle without me, I'd imagine."
Remus Lupin, who had accompanied Sirius over to the boy, snorted. "If dull is another word for peaceful, then I agree wholeheartedly." Harry chuckled at that.
"Oh Moony, you big stick in the mud."
Sirius bent down on one knee, setting Harry down.
"Now, Prongslette, I've got something for you." From his cloak he pulled a pendant. It was a coin with a Phoenix engraved onto its face. On the reverse, there was writing.
"My heart is in Godric's Hollow?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You know the old muggle saying, home is where the heart is? Well I've bought a cottage in Godric's Hollow. Your Mum and Dad used to live there, it was a beautiful little village. And I was hoping, one day, you'd come there with me."
Harry gasped. "Really?"
Sirius nodded. "Of course. But that's not all it does. Remember that song I used to sing you, when you were little?" He pulled a small box from his cloak and held it out. It was gold, with a few rubies set into a simple, yet elegant pattern on the front. In the center of the design was a small slot. Sirius took the pendant and slid it into the slot, turning it. The top opened, and out slid a pair of dancers. They looked strikingly like his parents. The tune played.
"A music box!" His eyes lit up. It was beautiful, and the tune was soothing. He locked his arms around the man once again.
Just then, a loud noise drew their attention. Harry turned just in time to see the crowd parting like the red sea for Moses. A tall man in a dark cloak stood. He had a man standing close to him, with long white hair. Harry recognized him as Voldemort, and his tag along was Lucius Malfoy.
Harry's father stepped forward, Minister Dumbledore behind him.
"You should know better than to show your face around here, Voldemort." He was holding his wand, ready to strike.
"You have betrayed me, Potter. And I lay a curse. I will not rest until the Potter line is dead!"
Sirius grabbed him. "Come on, Prongslette, we've gotta get you out of here." He started to drag him out.
"But Mum and Dad!"
"Shhh."
By now everyone was screaming and running. There were flashes of green light.
They made it upstairs. Kingsley Shacklebolt ran I to them.
"There's news from the Ministry. Voldemort has sparked a revolution, they're toppling the statue as we speak. They are trying to set up another political system."
Harry was sobbing by now. Sirius swore, and Remus, who Harry had only now realized had accompanied then, sent him a scathing look.
"Things have gone to hell in a handbasket. I'm getting Harry out of the castle, Voldemort said he was after the Potter line." Shacklebolt gasped.
"We have to go, head down to the great hall to help." He hoisted Harry up and they ran. They heard shouts behind them.
Harry dropped the music box. "Wait, my box!" He pulled from Sirius's grasp and grabbed it.
The shouts were closer. Suddenly a secret door in the wall slid open. A boy Harry's age poked his head out.
"In here, come on." Sirius nodded and dragged Harry in, Remus following. They were lead down a few stairs, and the passage opened into the kitchens. They crossed the room, where the boy opened another passage.
More stairs, and it ended in a wall. He ran his hand over it and hooked his fingers on a circular stone. He turned it, and the wall slid open.
They ran for it, Sirius shrugging off his cloak to wrap around Harry. Something snagged Harry's ankle and he tumbled.
Voldemort was there, pointing his wand. Harry screamed and kicked.
"Avada-" before Voldemort could finish the incantation, a tree limb of sorts came down, smacking him. Harry got away just in time for another to come by and hit the dark wizard across the face. Remus grabbed him and they darted off again, Harry sparing one last look at the man taking a beating from a tree. He was tossed into the lake by the limbs, breaking through the ice that had covered it with the force.
The lake started to close over, and he was gone.
The trio ran to Hogsmede. There was a train already leaving. Sirius jumped on, Remus following. Sirius reached for Harry's hand, but the train was picking up spead.
"Harry!" Harry managed to grasp his wrist, but he slipped, slamming his head onto the tracks. Sirius yelled for him, but he was held back by others. If he had jumped from the train, he'd be a goner. No one spared another glance at the boy lying on the tracks, too busy with their own panicking.
AN: Comments? Construction criticism? Spelling errors I didn't catch? Please drop a review in the appropriate place. This is not the only story I am working on, but it is my priority. I have someone very close to home who will murder me if I don't finish it.
Felix out-