A Hogwart's Tale: Romeo & Juliet

Act 1, Prologue


Disclaimer: I neither own JK Rowling's Harry Potter nor Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

Note: This is an SS/HG fic mixed with Romeo and Juliet. I have no intention of this becoming a tragedy, but I will go where the story takes me, as well as the readers. The Prologue is the night before Hermione's birthday in HBP, the story starts at the beginning of the HBP timeline, unless otherwise noted. I may use scenes from the first four movies versus the books in order to move the story along the way I want.

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September 18th, 10:51pm

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Hermione was in her Gryffindor tower room. Sitting on her bed, her back cushioned against the headboard by a dozen pillows, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet lay open in her lap, again. She loved reading this muggle play, over and over again. The poetic words of each scene would redefine her notions of the simplest emotions, like love and hate.

But today was different. Today, as she read the prologue, Hermione's mind wandered to him, and the promise her birthday would bring. She found the prologue to be indicative of their relationship, though she hoped they would have a happy ending.

Thus, as she leaned further in to the pillows, her thoughts drifted to those first tantalizing memories… and the promises they entailed…