Disclaimer – I own nothing of Harry Potter or Romeo and Juliet. They belong to their respected owners. I do own the original character of Luna's mother and the plot. 'Nuff said.

A/N: I was at work when this idea hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. I will update my other stories – don't worry!

A/N 2: Casting:

CHORUS – Fat Lady

ESCALUS, PRINCE OF GODRIC'S HOLLOW – Snape

PARIS, A YOUNG COUNT, KINSMAN OF THE PRINCE – Charlie

MONTAGUE – James

CAPULET – Xenophilius

OLD MAN, of the Capulet Family – Aberforth

ROMEO, SON OF MONTAGUE – Harry

MERCUTIO – Ron

BENVOLIO – Seamus

TYBALT – Draco

PETRUCHIO – Blaise

FRIAR LAURENCE – Dumbledore

FRIAR JOHN – Grindelwald

SAMPSON – Crabbe

GREGORY – Goyle

ANTHONY – Fred

POTPAN – George

ABRAHAM – Colin

BALTHASAR – Dennis

PETER – Remus

APOTHECARY – Sirius

SIMON CATLING – Flitwick

HUGH REBECK – Filch

JAMES SOUNDPOST – Percy

PAGE TO PARIS – Peter Pettigrew

LADY MONTAGUE – Lily

LADY CAPULET – Belle (OC)

JULIET, DAUGHTER OF CAPULET – Luna

NURSE – McGonagall

CITIZENS OF GODRIC'S HOLLOW – Gentlemen and Gentlewomen of both houses, maskers, torchbearers, guards, watchmen, servants and attendants.

ROSALINE – Lavender

OFFICER – Bill

Scene: Godric's Hollow, Hogwarts.

Summary: AU: Two houses divided, both alike in dignity in fair Godric's Hollow where we lay our scene. This tells the story of two star-crossed lovers Harry and Luna. Rated M for future chapters.

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: M


CHAPTER ONE
(Chapter title – Prologue)

Close-up on a portrait of a woman dressed in pink robes. She has her hands folded in front of her, a stern look on her face. There is no emotion in her eyes or on her face.

"Two households both alike in dignity,
In fair Godric's Hollow 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-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught 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!"

The candle next to her flickers out and we fade to black.