A/N: Hello and thanks for clicking this. The story hit me when I was racking my brain for something Harry Potter related to post here. This is basically the intro of Disney's Hunchback Of Notre Dame with Harry Potter characters. I changed some of the lyrics - nothing too big, just altering 'gypsies' to 'wizards', stuff like that. Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I do not own Harry Potter. Just a big fan :)
Morning in Scotland, a city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes, the baker man bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as a psalm
And some say the soul of the city's
The toll of the bells
The bells of Notre Dame
In the bustling city outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, two teenage boys recited a tale. A tale of a boy and how he survived the attack of the most feared wizard in the world.
The two boys, Fred and George Weasely, who were in their sixth year at Hogwarts, often came into the city many mornings to the delight of children who were more than happy to listen to their story again and again. The loved hearing the beginnings of the great Harry Potter.
"Listen, they're beautiful, no?" Fred asked the crowd, placing a hand on his ear as he listened to the bells chiming in the background. Then he turned to George. "So many colours of sound, so many changing moods. Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves." He continued.
George pretended to act surprise, the children in the crowd giggling. "They don't?" He exclaimed.
"No, you silly boy! Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer." Fred said.
"Who is this creature?" George asked.
"Who?" The children echoed.
"What is he?" Fred asked.
"What?" The children echoed again, some giggling.
"How did he come to be there?" George asked.
"How?" The children repeated delightly.
"Hush, children! Freddie and Georgie will tell you!" Fred said with a smile, looking at his twin. "It is a tale. A tale of a man and a monster." George said in a dark voice.
The children went quiet as they listened intently to the beginnings of the great Harry Potter...
Dark was the night where our tale was begun
On the docks near Notre Dame
A group huddled close together in the small canoe, listening to the rhythm of the oars striking the water as it slowly moved across the surface. A small baby in a woman's arms began to stir, awakening from a deep slumber. The woman, Lily Potter, moved closer to her husband, James Potter, and clutched the baby tightly in her arms. Her wand was also in her hand, just in case of an unexpected attack from the person she and the others were running from.
The Potters had managed to escape the dreaded and most-feared man in Europe. His name was Tom Marvelo Riddle, however he went by Voldemort, a name that no-one dared speak, that almost all were afraid to utter. The man, who hunted down witches or wizards that were not of full-blood, had come for the Potters, determined to kill the entire family. With the help of their friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the Potters got away.
But not unscarred.
The poor baby Harry Potter had been struck. A terrible lightning shaped scar was inflicted on his forehead, the skin red and raw. Harry began to cry small sobs. He had somehow fallen asleep in his loving mother's arms as she and her companions ran from Voldemort, rushing to the docks. There, the group planned to cross Scotland and get to the safest place on Earth; their 'Notre Dame'; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Shut it up, will you!" Sirius said in a worried tone, scanning the surroundings. "Please, it's just a little further. Then he can cry all he wants."
Remus nodded. "We'll be spotted." He added.
James looked at Lily, who was nodding and rocking the baby back and forth in her arms. "Hush, little one." She whispered, staring into the eyes Harry had inherited from her.
Four frightened wizards slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame.
Finally, the boat stopped. The rower Peter Petigrew, an old acquaintance of Lily, James, Sirius and Remus, ushered them off the boat. Then he reached out a dirty hand. "Four sickles for safe passage into Hogwarts." Peter said, a twinkle in his eyes.
Just as James was about to pay the man, the neigh of a horse and the gallop of feet had everyone frozen in their spot. Then a horse and a figure emerged from the fog in the docks.
But a trap!
Had been laid for the wizards!
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
At a figure who's clutches
Were iron as much as the bells…
"Dark Lord Voldemort!" James exclaimed.
…The bells of Notre Dame.
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Peter smiled and bowed low while cloaked men surrounded James, Remus, Sirius, Lily and Harry. "You rat!" Sirius yelled at Peter, reaching in his clothes for his wand. "Traitor!" Remus supplied, also reaching for his wand. But Peter was quicker than the two and drew his immediately, disarming the two. Voldemort smiled evilly.
Dark Lord Voldemort longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
And he saw corruption everywhere
Except within
"This is your punishment for dealing with a mudblood." Voldemort told them. He turned to his followers, known as the Death Eaters. "Bring these wizard vermin to the Palace of Justice." He ordered.
As the Death Eaters overpowered the group, one spotted the bundle in Lily's hands. "You there!" He yelled, yanking on her clothes to bring her forward. "What are you hiding?" Lily was silent and held Harry closer to her chest.
Voldemort was intrigued. "Stolen goods, no doubt." He said, stepping off his horse and reaching for his wand. "Bring them to me."
However, Lily Potter was not going to give up her son so easily. She looked at James. Her husband knew exactly what she planned to do; she was going to run and save herself and Harry from Voldemorts clutches. He gave her a solemn nod, his heart going to burst with worry. He just hoped that Lily and Harry would make it out alive. With tears in her eyes, Lily drew the wand she was hiding. "Stupefy!" She yelled in a broken voice, a bright light emerging from her wand.
The stunning spell did its job, giving Lily just enough leeway to duck and weave between the wooden poles of the dock. Someone cursed and Voldemort got back on his horse, determined to chase after her.
She ran.
Lily choked on a sob, her son now wailing in her arms. "It's okay Harry." She said, trying to soothe the baby. "Everything will be okay."
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
Teste David cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est futurus (What trembling is to be)
Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come)
Nearly there. Lily had almost reached Hogwarts. But a neigh behind her had her fearing she wouldn't be inside its walls soon enough. Voldemort was drawing nearer and nearer. Finally, the front of the building was in sight.
"Sanctuary!" Lily yelled, willing her legs to take longer and quicker strides. "Please give us sanctuary!"
"Too late!" Voldemort said with a cackle. He was right next to Lily and grabbed the back of her shirt. Lily gasped as she was flung into the stairs in front of Hogwarts, Harry falling out of her arms and landing softly onto the snow-covered ground. Lily's head struck a step and she felt herself falling into unconsciousness.
Death had already begun to consume her.
"Harry, James…" She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks and mixing with the blood from her head on the snow covered steps. Voldemort laughed and he dismounted his horse, walking over to the bundle. His amused face turned to confusion. "A baby?" He questioned, peering into the blankets. He saw the very scar he inflicted on the boy, one that would mar his face forever. Harry wailed and Voldemort stepped back, snarling. "A monster!" He raised his wand. Before he could strike, a booming voice had him frozen.
"Stop!"
Cried the Headmaster
Voldemort turned to look, seeing the face of the only man he feared – Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and one of the greatest wizards to ever live. He had his wand pointed in Voldemort's direction.
Although he feared Dumbledore, Voldemort stayed his ground. "This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs." Voldemort said.
Dumbledore's eyes flickered to Lily, Voldemort and Harry. "Tom…" He said.
"I don't go by that anymore!" Voldemort shouted. He stepped back at Dumbledore's stare, which had him quivering.
"See there the innocent blood you have spilled, on the steps of Notre Dame." Dumbledore said sadly.
"I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued." Voldemort said in his defence.
"Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt, on the steps of Notre Dame." Dumbledore continued, taking a step forward.
"My conscience is clear!" Voldemort yelled, taking a step back.
Then Dumbledore struck Voldemort with a flick of his wand. The man was pushed back and fell on the ground, shuddering and growling. Dumbledore began to shout, his voice booming.
"You could lie to yourself and your minions,
You can claim that you haven't a qualm
But you never can run from
Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
The very eyes of Notre Dame!"
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Voldemort shivered. Even the voice of the man had him quivering. He slowly stood up, scanning the façade of Hogwarts, suddenly feeling extremely paranoid.
And for one time in his life
Of power and control
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Voldemort felt a twinge of fear
For his immortal soul
Snarling, stepped back again. He did not want to face Dumbledore and he had no doubts that the old man would gladly kill him right now. Instead, Voldemort ignored the fear of Dumbledore and ran to his horse, hopping on. "Fine. I'll let the boy live. For now." Voldemort growled. He didn't like the prospect of letting the son of a mudblood run free in the wizarding world, but there was no way he would be able to kill the baby in the presence of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore watched as Voldemort smacked the horse. It reared its head and neighed before galloping away. Dumbledore walked up to the still wailing baby and lifted him into his arms. Soon, Harry was silent, crying himself to sleep. "Poor Harry." Dumbledore said, staring into the baby's face.
"Dumbledore!" A familiar voice called from behind him. "Lily!" Another voice. Dumbledore turned to three figures running in his direction.
The owner of the first voice, Rubeus Hagrid the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, ran towards him. The owner of the second voice, Professor Severus Snape, collapsed on the stairs in front of Lily's body. Professor Minerva McGonagall was the silent third person, crossing her arms and watching the others.
"Is he gone?" McGonagall asked, inquiring about Voldemort. Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. But not for good." Dumbledore said. Hagrid stared at the bundle in the man's arms. "Is this little 'arry?" He asked. Dumbledore smiled and nodded, handing Harry over to Hagrid, who held him carefully. A smile crept on his face. "Cute little one." He said happily, rocking Harry back and forth.
Dumbledore glanced to Snape, who was on his knees in front of Lily. "Severus." Lily whispered. She felt death. She knew her time was up. "Take care… of Harry…" She said. Then she drew her final breath.
A single tear fell down the Snape's eyes. McGonagall lifted a hand to her mouth, her eyes watering. "Oh Lily." She whispered. Hagrid sobbed, rocking Harry faster in his arms.
"Severus?" Dumbledore called. Snape stood up silently and turned to face the man. "What must I do?" He asked in a worried tone.
Dumbledore thought for a moment. "I have a request to make of you." He said. Snape listened. "Care for the child, and raise it as your own."
Snape froze. What? I'm to be saddled with this scar-faced...? He looked towards Lily and felt his heart tear into pieces. The only woman he ever loved. James was most likely dead now – Harry had no family left. Snape decided the least he could do for the late Potters was to take care of their son. He nodded.
"Very well." Snape said in a mono-tone voice.
"Let him live with you, in the school." Dumbledore continued.
"Live here? Where?" Snape inquired.
"Anywhere, just so he's kept locked away where no-one else can see." Dumbledore said, taking the baby out of Hagrid's arms. "That way his enemies won't find him."
"The bell tower, perhaps." McGonagall said with a nod. "Of course, he won't be brought up alone. Other students will be able to see him when he is sorted into his house. But just for now, until he turns 11, the bell tower should suffice."
"And who knows?" Hagrid said. "Our Lord works in mysterious ways. I can already see little Harry all grown up and happy!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. The only baby to ever survive an encounter with Voldemort. Even this young baby may yet prove one day to be…" Dumbledore looked at Harry's sleeping face and smiled. "Of use, to me." He whispered.
Then Dumbledore walked over to Snape. Snape stood stiffly as he accepted the bundle from the man, awkwardly but firmly holding on to the baby in his arms. He looked down, noticing Harry's striking resemblance to his father. Except for his eyes; those were definitely Lily's eyes.
"Shall we go back?" McGonagall said. The others nodded. Hagrid carried Lily's body off the floor, his eyes brimming with tears again. They all turned to walk back to Hogwarts. Snape looked at Harry again. "I will protect you." He whispered. "Always."
And Snape was the one to give Harry his famous nickname
A name that made him known to the entire world
The Boy Who Lived.
"Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame." Fred sang, looking at the crowd of children.
"Who is the monster and who is the man?" George asked.
The children began to shout happily, guessing and laughing as they tried to answer the riddle. A familiar voice had Fred and George turning around.
"There you are!" Their younger brother, Ronald Weasley, exclaimed. He ran up to them, his best friends hot on his tails. "I've been looking everywhere!"
"I told you; where ever there's a crowd, your brothers are sure to be there." Hermione Granger said with a smile, rolling her eyes.
"Give us a break, we're just having a bit of fun!" George said with a laugh. The children in the crowd went silent.
"I-it's him!" One of them shouted. Their eyes were wide as they noticed the third person trailing behind Ron and Hermione. As many times as they had heard the story of him, the children had never met Harry. They know all about him from what the twins told them, as well as the rumours and stories that were passed around.
But today Harry Potter himself, now a teenager, stood with his friends right in front of them. "What have you been telling these kids?" He said with a chuckle.
"The story about the Boy Who Lived." Fred replied. He and George walked over to Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Don't you get tired of that?" Ron sighed. The twins shook their heads in synchronisation.
The children looked at each other and smiled. "Harry! Say hi! They've wanted to meet you for a long time!" George said cheerfully.
After spending some time with the excited kids, the five bid them goodbye and made their way back to Hogwarts.
"Snape is going to kill us." Harry said as they reached the front steps.
"I told you going out in the mornings was a bad idea." Hermione mumbled.
"Yeah, but the twins here are obviously too idiotic to realise that. Hey!" Ron shouted as one of his brothers threw a snowball at him.
"You deserved that Ronnie." George said with a laugh. Ron tried to shrug the snow off him, causing Harry and Hermione to laugh.
Harry's eyes were suddenly drawn upwards. The bell tower of Hogwarts. The place he had grown up, with Snape raising him and caring for him. He was a stern man, hardly a warm father figure. But deep down, he was kind. He was someone Harry was proud to coin 'father', even though he wasn't really his own.
A figure emerged from the bell tower window. Harry smiled up at it. "We've been caught!" Ron exclaimed, spotting the figure.
"Don't worry about it Ron. It's not like you've never gotten a detention before." Fred said with a shrug.
"We were hoping to stay out of trouble though." Hermione sighed. "Come on. I'm sure Snape will be delighted in giving us detentions."
"Honestly Harry, I don't know how you like the man." Ron said, turning away. He, Hermione, Fred and George continued walking.
Harry smiled at the figure again. From the window of the bell tower, Snape looked down at Harry Potter. He smiled at him. The son of the woman he loved. The Boy Who Lived.
Harry waved before following his friends into Hogwarts.
Snape sighed. He cared for the boy of course. Then Snape laughed to himself.
However much he cared, it enough wasn't going to get Harry out of detention that easily!
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Dame!
End.