So, um...hi? Hi! Anyway, enough with awkward introductions, this is my take on Beauty and the Beast done Harry Potter style. I've always loved the story (because, clearly, I'm six years old) and just the other day I got the idea to merge the two together! It's Dramionie because they make so much sence. Love Dramionie. ANYWAY, hope you like it, if you dont, that's cool too. So, go, read!
Ella, X
Btw, I am not JKR or Disney. I am just a higschooler procrastinating. No law problems, please. Yea? Yea!
The dark, churning sky roared, seeming to culminate into a perpetual cauldron rain and thunder. Heavy bullet-like drops of water crashed down onto the world bellow, soaking everything in its path. Suddenly there was a flash of white hot light, as a lightning bolt raced across the sky. It was raining.
Underneath the chaotic sky stood a castle, the only man-built sight for miles around. Towers stretched high above the ground, almost seeming to touch the tumultuous clouds, swirling above. Long glass windows shook as another rumble of thunder echoed across the surrounding woods. Wolves, deer, chipmunks, birds and anything else living in the forest, stood hidden in the shadows, attempting to shelter themselves from the storm. Only a cloaked, hunched over figure stood against the wind, silently making its way towards the castle gate. The figure tightened its thin cloak around itself, as it gingerly took one step at a time. The unforgiving rain continued its attack, the poor person almost missing its step. The figure pushed against the wind and the rain with all its might, but continued onward, determined to make it to the castle door. The castle gate flew open as the hooded figure approached. Another spark of lightning danced across the sky, illuminating the bridge between the gate and the enormous doors of the castle. Hauling itself forward, it finally reached the heavy doors. The figure reached out an old, wrinkly hand form under its cloak and knocked twice. The sound echoed throughout the castle. The hooded figure shivered as another gush of wind flew over the forest. The door opened.
A tall pale man stood at the door way, is sleek blond hair carefully arranged in place. His sharp features contorted into a look of disgust as he looked down upon the figure.
"What do you want?" his voice was sharp against the howling storm. He spoke with little patience, his hand taking hold of the door with force.
"Please" whispered the cloaked figure, "please, I need shelter. Please."
The young man made an unpleasant sound as he turned back on the old man, brining the door to a close behind him. But the door wouldn't close.
"Young man, please!" the man's voice quivered with fear, his foot preventing the door from slamming shut. "I –I can offer you a rose. A rose in exchange for a safe night."
"And why would I want one of your common roses, you filthy peasant?" The young man spat, smashed the door shut with all his might.
Suddenly there was a great explosion of light, and the large double doors flew open. The young man covered his eyes, while quickly searching his pockets for his wand. The light dimmed and the cloaked figure stood tall in front of the younger man. The figure lowered its hood, revealing and old face, with a beard so long it could be tucked into his belt. His clear blue eyes bore into the young man's grey ones.
The young man pulled out his wand, but in a second it flew out of his hand with a single "Expelliarmus" being muttered. The two men stood staring at each other, the younger sneering unpleasantly, attempting to hide his fear.
"You are selfish, unkind and without love," the old man pronounced every syllable carefully, making sure he could be heard over the storm outside. "Your heart is cold and empty. You have insulted me and disgraced yourself."
The young man stood his ground, refusing to lower his gaze.
"You think yourself better than the world, but you are no one. You think with your eyes, and for that you shall be punished. You will learn to love and see properly, or you will simply not."
The old man raised his wand over his head, his loud voice echoing throughout the cold empty castle. The sounds of spells filled the room, and the young man felt pain over every inch of his skin. The two voices of the men mixed, one screaming in agony and the other reciting one spell after another. The young man curled into a ball on the flood, holding himself, attempting to shield his body from the pain being caused by the spell. And then it ended.
"Take the rose," said the old man's voice. He stood over the younger man, and dropped the flower next to his face, "when all its petals are gone, you will stay like the monster you are forever… Unless you learn to love, and be loved." There was a loud crack and the young man found himself alone once more, his face drenched in cold sweat, plastered to the floor.
The young man let go one more scream into the empty house. He heard it echo everywhere, alongside his beating heart. He slowly turned onto his back, breathing heavily. He pushed himself up to his feet, but soon felt his knees buckle underneath him. He painfully dragged himself across the entrance hall. He grabbed the leg of a table and hoisted himself up. The young man looked up into the mirror. His hands clenched into fists as anger began pounding through his veins. He stared at his face.
Once handsome, Draco Malfoy's face now seemed disfigured. Dark scares made their way across his sharp figures; disfigured skin draped itself across his neck, as if he had been burned. His hair was gone, being replaced by more scabs, scars and burn marks. His grey eyes were surrounded by dark circles and his lips were covered with small cuts. He lifted a fist to his face, and saw it covered with ugly calices, the soft skin turned rough and untouchable. He was a monster.
