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.
