AN: Hello all this is GreeneyedAlice91 again with yet a new idea. I promise tho im going to write several chapters in sitting and post them so you won't have to wait too long for the next one. Ok so I'm sure this has been done before but I wanted to try my hand at it. This is my version of a Harry Potter take on the classic Beauty and the Beast. Now bellow are the list of characters so no one will get confused, my take on it does have a few things tweaked so hopefully it's original enough. Ok enough chit chat. On with the show!
Cast of Characters:
Harry- 'Belle'
Severus- Beast
Gaston- Tom Riddle (Voldie's 16 year-old self tho)
Lefou- Pettigrew
Lumiere- Lucius
Featherduster- Narcissa
Mrs. Potts- Molly W.
Chip- Ron
Coggsworth- Remus
Maurice- Lily (she is an eccentric Charms Mistress)
Monsieur D'Argue- Umbridge
Wardrobe- R. Hagrid
Chapter one
Narrator POV
It was a dark and stormy night…oh well of course it is, it always is in stories such as this. Where was I? Ah yes. Well the weather was horrible, that much we've covered, oh I'm the Narrator by the way and I won't be in every chapter, in fact just this one and the end. Anyhoo…the weather was bad and through the darkness there loomed a monstrous castle, undisturbed by the torrents of rain and the howling winds. The castle was the oldest in the Kingdom, owned and inhabited by the Prince family. The last remaining heir to the line lived there now, a dark, sinister young man by the name of Severus Snape. His mother Eileen had been of Prince before she married a poor Muggle by the name of Tobias Snape.
When Severus's parents died in a horrid storm, much like this one, he came to live in this castle. Now Severus was a recluse and kept to himself, favoring to brew in his Potions lab or sit in his gigantic library reading. Well on this very night, something changed in the air for our young heir. See look there, do you see? That tall old man coming up to the gates, and now he's walking up the path to the formidable castle's doors. See there he is knocking and of course the door remains closed. Oh Severus has finally opened the door. *Squints through the downpour* is that man waving his wand at our Prince? Yes he is! Oh look, something is happening to Severus! He has fur, and sharp claws and teeth…he is now The Beast! And so our tale begins…..
Harry's POV
Harry took a deep breath of summer air, oh how he loved the smell of summer! Summer meant one thing to the young wizard: Quidditch. Unfortunately for Harry, he was the only one in his village of Godric's Hollow who played. Everyone else had, as most said, "much better things to do than chase after a stupid winged-ball." Not only did Harry play the sport but he played one of the most dangerous and fast-paced positions: Seeker. As the Seeker you had to be small, light and quick in order to catch the winged ball called the Snitch. Along the way one had to watch for the other Seeker, incoming Bludgers which could knock you off your broom or even kill you, and the players of the opposing team as some had a habit of playing dirty.
Harry Potter however was one of the best Seekers the game had ever seen. His father, the late James Potter had been a brilliant Chaser but played Seeker when the occasion called for it. Lily P0otter nee Evans, Harry's mother, didn't like the game her husband and son thrived for. Oh no, Mrs. Potter was a Charms Mistress, albeit since her husband's passing she had become a crazy one or if one wanted to be nicer, eccentric. She was always going on and on about new Charms for this or that but never created them, or if she did they never worked as they were supposed to. Harry and Lily lived in a little house on the outskirts of village and most didn't bother them. However if they were ever in town, especially Harry, a crowd was sure to follow.
Like today, for example, as Harry entered the little town people stopped to stare at him. Harry scoffed at them and silently wondered, as always, why they were gawking at him yet again. It's not as if he was anything special, not like say, Tom Riddle Jr. His father owned one of the richest businesses in Godric's Hollow and Tom, Harry always thought, for all his arrogance and pride, was very handsome. Harry shook his head at the thought of being compared to someone like that and entered the lone Quidditch supply store.
"Hello again young Harry. Come to see what new stock we have?" asked the shopkeeper, a gangly older man named Oliver Wood. Wood, the retired Keeper for Puddlemere United, was a good friend of Harry's in fact one of the only ones. Harry grinned, his emerald eyes shining as he took in the new merchandise. "Yep Oli I have. I need some new Seeker gloves; my old ones are worn out." Harry said with a chuckle. Chuckling himself, Oliver pulled a pair of new gloves off a nearby shelf. The leather was brand new, the red and gold intermingling with the slight line of sliver and green. Puzzled Harry looked at the shopkeeper before asking, "Why do these have both my team's colors and our rival team's on them?"
"Well I order them especially for you Harry. I know the Lions have your loyalty but I have noticed sometimes you can be a bit of a Snake as well. I thought these colors would do well to remind you to find the balance between your bravery and cunning. They also have the standard protections against theft and damage as well as spells to protect you against errant Bludgers and the other team." Oliver smiled at the shocked look he saw on his young friend's face. He thrust the gloves into Harry's hands and shoved him out the door, blatantly ignoring his cries about paying. "They are a gift from one friend to another." the shopkeeper yelled back at the young man before shutting his door.
Harry blinked and stared at his new gloves. 'Well, they are certainly interesting.' He thought as he made his way back home. Halfway out of the village though, he bumped into someone. "Now, now Harry, what have you got there?" said an oily voice in front of him. Startled and flushed Harry looked up into the pale green eyes of none other than Tom Riddle Jr. "H-Hello Thomas." He stuttered and cursed under his breath as the other man's smile widened. "New gloves for that abhorrent game I see; and done in a mix of Snake and Lion colors too. Well, Well." Harry glared slightly at Tom and stepped to the right to continue walking. Clutching his new gifts closer, he tried to block out Tom's taunts and the laughter that followed.
Harry had always known Tom had some interest in him but he was never sure what kind. At times it seemed of the romantic nature but other times…it felt dark and nefarious. Shaking off the thought, Harry brightened as he neared the little cottage he and his mother shared. That is when he noticed the wagon and horse out front. 'Maybe Mum finally created a Charm that works this time!' Harry thought excitedly. His wish had been right when he saw his red haired, green eyed mother step out of the house beaming. "Oh Harry dear, I've done it! I've created a Charm that will work for once! Of course I can't tell you quite yet because I must go and have it approved by the Governors so I will be gone for a few days." Harry nodded and smiled, he was just happy something went right for once.
He smiled sadly as he watched his mother drive out of sight, going to the Ministry to speak to the Board of Governors. He prayed to Merlin she got there safely.
Lily's POV
She had never been more excited in her entire life. Finally things were looking up! This new Charm was something special indeed, when cast it would transport the person to the place they needed to go the most, that is to say, it would transport them to their Heart's Desire. If, for example, the person desperately needed to see a sick loved one but could not for any reason, the Charm would take them there. In would be handy in every situation, no matter how dire. The middle-aged witch was brought from her musings by a so und up ahead. The snapping of tree branch in the path caused the horse and wagon to careen and veer off the path, racing blindly through the dense woods and the rain that poured down.
As suddenly as the horse had galloped, he stopped. Lily opened her jade colored eyes to see a looming stone castle, covered in ivy with gargoyles at every ledge. Frightened but in desperate need of shelter, she hopped from the wagon and walked to the great iron gates. One push revealed they were not closed and, glancing about her, Lily went in. The gravel path crunched beneath her running feet as Lily flew up to the castle's great doors, banging on them incessantly. "Please, someone open up! Please!" she screamed against the sounds of the storm. As soon as she ended her plea, the old doors creaked open.
Sighing in relief, the soaked to the bone woman went in to the great castle. As Lily gazed around in the dimly lit front hall, a voice spoke in the air around her. "Bonjour Madame, and welcome to the Prince castle. May I take your coat?" Lily jumped and wildly looked around for the source of the greeting. "Ahem, down here if you please." The witch let her eyes trail down to the carpeted hall floor. Standing in front of her, barely reaching her knees was a candlestick. Not just any candlestick, but one with a face! She gave a squeak in surprise and jumped back. The candlestick laughed and spoke again. "I beg your pardon, my name is Lucius. And you are?" Blinking Lily replied, "Good to meet you Lucius, I am Lily Potter, resident Charms Mistress of Godric's Hollow."
A sound on the other side of the hall caught the pair's attention. Down from a rectangular table against the right side of the hall, hopped a clock. It was a thin sort of clock, and tall though not as tall as Lucius. It slowly walked over to the tow and, reaching forward cuffed the candlestick on the back of his head. "You just had to talk to the visitor, didn't you? You know the Master hates visitors." Said the clock, his voice tired sounding with a backing of stiff disapproval. "Oh Mrs. Potter this is Remus, our resident grouch." That remark form Lucius earned him another swipe to the head.
"Hello." Lily said as politely as she could. "Humph. Well I suppose since she is already here and it is nasty weather outside, she can stay. But not for long and we must be quiet about it." As soon as Remus said Lily could stay, off she and Lucius went, right into the sitting room where the fire merrily crackled and a tall winged back chair sat before it. 'The Master's sitting room! Are you crazy Luc? He will snuff you out quicker than you can wink!" Remus scolded. It seemed he was proven right s with a barrage of fangs and claws the Master swept in, snarling.
"WHO DARES SIT IN MY CHAIR NAD WARM THEMSELVES BY MY FIRE?" The Beast roared, causing the other three to jump and the blanket Lucius had placed around Lily's trembling shoulders to slip. Timidly the woman stammered out, "It was me sir…I got lost and found your castle. The fire was so warm and inviting…" here Lily trailed off for she had gotten a good look at the Master of the Castle. Snarling and growling before her was a hulking jet black beast, sharp fangs and claws glistened in the firelight and ebony eyes bore into Lily's green ones. With a growl the Beast grabbed her and began to drag her up several stairs, winding stairs that seemed to last forever. But what awaited her was much worse. Without another word or even a snarl Lily was tossed in a small cell and the heavy iron door shut with a clang. Her cries and pleas went unanswered and unnoticed as she wept in her prison. Her last thought before sleep took her was 'What about my Harry?'