Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or songs in this fanfic.
The characters belong to JK Rowling. The songs are from the musical
Notre-Dame de Paris and were written by Luc Plamondon and Will Jennings.
A/N: I hope you like it. This is my first fanfic, so be gentle. Plz
R&R. Oh, and no flames, plz. Constructive criticism only, plz. Enjoy!
Prologue
Somewhere down a Parisian street, a young man stood under the blistering
summer sun. Two years ago, along with several other British witches
and wizards, Oliver Wood had been forced into hiding after the Dark
Lord Voldemort had regained his power.
Voldemort and his followers began a savage attack on muggle-born
witches and wizards and anyone else who stood by them. Many fled the
UK for France or Germany, hoping that Voldemort wouldn't find them.
For a while it seemed as if Voldemort had lost them.
Then, half a year later, there was an outbreak of murders-all of
the murdered a muggle-born witch or wizard. It all pointed to Voldemort
but the final straw came when an entire colony of witches and wizards
hiding out in Marseilles was wiped out by Voldemorts' Death Eaters.
Albus Dumbledore, along with several members of the ministry, opened
a portal, sending a large number of witches and wizards through. He
and the Ministry remained in the 21st century to fight Voldemort,
the witches and wizards he sent through the portal ending up in the
15th century.
Oliver and several others including the 4 youngest Weasley children
and Hermione Granger moved to Paris where they lived as gypsies, singing
and dancing in the streets for money, eventually joining a band of
gypsies living in the Court of Miracles.
Oliver himself now lived the life of a troubadour and street poet.
Here is the story of their lives there and the ultimate sacrifice
as told through his eyes...
***
oliver:
#This is a tale that takes its place
In Paris fair, this year of grace
Fourteen hundred eighty-two
A tale of hate, and love so true
We are the artists of the time
We dream in sculpture, dream in rhyme
For you we bring our world alive
So something will survive.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
a new unknown thousand years
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone.
Stone after stone, day after day.
From year to year, men made their way
Men had built with faith and love
These cathedrals rose above
We troubadours and poets sing
That love is all and everything
We promise you, all human kind
Tomorrow will be fine.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
A new unknown thousand years
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
A new unknown thousand year
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone
But it is doomed the age of the cathedrals
Barbarians wait
At the gates of Paris fair
Ah, let them in these pagans and these vandals
A wise man once said
In two thousand this world ends.
In two thousand this world ends.#
"Ah, hello my friends. Would you like to hear a story? Yes? Come,
gather 'round. This tragic tale I have to tell is the story of a love
and hate so strong. it is the story about a monster of a man full
of hate and obsessed with power and a boy who gave his life to protect
those he loved..."
chapter 1-the refugees
"Where are we" Ron asked as they stood up gingerly. The trip through
the portal had thrown them all off.
"I think the question should be when are we." Oliver said, looking
round. There were no cars, only horse-drawn carriages. The clothes
the people were wearing Oliver had only seen in muggles' period films.
George, one of Ron's brothers went up to one man who was just about
to get into one of the carriages.
"Excuse me, but could you-" he started before the man cut him off,
answering in French. George, who had never learned French couldn't
understand him, so he could only nod.
"To answer you question Ron, we seem to be in France, so unless
there's anyone here who's fluent in French, we're screwed." He said,
coming back to the group, looking uncharacteristically grim. Ginny
whimpered. "I want mum" she said. Fred put his arm around his kid
sister "We all do, but dad and the others need her more. At least
we've still got each other." he said.
Ginny nodded. She knew she was being stupid. She was 16, for crying
out loud! But she was scared. They were in a new place and time that
they knew absolutely nothing about, and the only other person Ginny
had felt really safe around had refused to join them. Harry had said
that if Voldemort found a way to get from their time to this one and
decided to come after them, it would buy them enough time to escape
before Voldemort found out where they were hiding if he went his own
way. Ginny felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up to
see Oliver smiling kindly at her. She grinned back, the feisty spark
reigniting inside her. If that son of a bitch, Voldemort get the better
of Virginia Weasley, he had another thing coming.
"Hermione, you're the brainy one, how're you at French?" Ron asked,
turning to his best friend. Hermione grinned. "Pretty good, actually."
she said, before dashing over to one of the carriages and speaking
to he driver in French for a good few minutes. She came back looking
a little pale.
"Well, what did he say?" Ron asked. Hermione stared at him and
sighed. How could she say this gently. "well, we're definitely in
France." she said, stalling.
Seamus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, got that." he said drily. "Whereabouts
and when?"
"we're in Paris...in the year 1482." Hermione told them. They all
gaped at her. Continuing, she said "He also said that we should go
and seek asylum at Notre-Dame like the other gypsies."
Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose. He was starting to get a
headache. "ok, so we need to get to Notre-Dame. Do you have any idea
how to get there?" He asked her. Hermione thought for a moment before
nodding. "I think so. I've been here before, so it shouldn't be too
hard. Of course, the landmarks are a bit different, this being a different
era and all that." she said.
"If we get lost, Hermione can ask for directions again." Ron grinned.
He was so glad he was with Hermione. With a walking library with them,
the group could hardly go wrong. He just wished that Harry had come
with them.
The band of 20 began walking. Neville paused "Shouldn't we wait
for Harry?" He asked tentatively. Everyone looked at Ron and Hermione.
Ron shook his head. "He said he wanted to travel alone and we have
his respect his decision" he said, his face darkening. Oh, Harry.
Why do you have to be so stubborn? He thought.
***
Several hours later they, along with 40 more witches and wizards
and 30 muggle gypsies, arrived at the steps of Notre-Dame. "Now what?"
George asked. Hermione opened her mouth to speak when they spotted
a priest coming towards them. "What do you want, gypsies?" he asked.
Hermione stepped forward. "We have come here to ask asylum." she
said.
"And why should Notre-Dame grant you sanctuary?" asked another
priest. He was tall and thin. He reminded Ron of Professor Snape,
his old Potions teacher. He decided that he didn't like this priest.
Something told him that if the priest could have things his way, all
the gypsies would be executed on the spot. Stepping forward to stand
next to Hermione, he stared to chant;
Ron
#We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.
We are the strangers here
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.
At Paris gates we stand
One hundred in our band
And one day soon we'll be
A million in this land
We wonder what you'll do
The day we ask of you
Asylum, asylum.#
one by one, the others caught on and began chanting with him;
Refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.#
Ron
#We are the down-and-out
Here at the city gates
And all of Paris waits
To see what we're about.
The world will change someday
We'll make it work some way
When we have come to stay with you.#
One by one, the refugees began to dance in coordination with each
other (A/N-It is a musical remember)
Refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees
The men and women
Without a home
We are the strangers here
The refugees
The men and women
Without a home
The refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees
The women and men
Without a home
We are the strangers here
The refugees
We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum
We are the strangers here
The refugees
The women and men
Without a home
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum
Asylum, asylum!#
They ended their song, breathless from their dancing. The first priest
whom Hermione had asked asylum nodded at them.
"Notre-Dame's doors are always open to those who wish to seek asylum."
he said, ushering them inside. The tall priest glowered at them but
remained silent.
"Where do you think Harry is now?" Hermione asked Ron. He shrugged.
"I don't suppose we'll ever know." He replied.
"Harry's a tough kid. He'll be fine." Oliver said behind them.
Ron and Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice then smiled at him.
Oliver smiled back. The three of them stood in silence, listening
to the rain lashing at the building. Tears pooled in Hermione's eyes
"Oh, god, Harry. I hope please be ok." she whispered. Oliver put his
arm around her gently. "Just pray that he finds somewhere warm to
sleep." he said "One of these saints is bound to hear your prayer."
Not far from the cathedral, a very wet and bedraggled Harry was
praying for the same thing.
The characters belong to JK Rowling. The songs are from the musical
Notre-Dame de Paris and were written by Luc Plamondon and Will Jennings.
A/N: I hope you like it. This is my first fanfic, so be gentle. Plz
R&R. Oh, and no flames, plz. Constructive criticism only, plz. Enjoy!
Prologue
Somewhere down a Parisian street, a young man stood under the blistering
summer sun. Two years ago, along with several other British witches
and wizards, Oliver Wood had been forced into hiding after the Dark
Lord Voldemort had regained his power.
Voldemort and his followers began a savage attack on muggle-born
witches and wizards and anyone else who stood by them. Many fled the
UK for France or Germany, hoping that Voldemort wouldn't find them.
For a while it seemed as if Voldemort had lost them.
Then, half a year later, there was an outbreak of murders-all of
the murdered a muggle-born witch or wizard. It all pointed to Voldemort
but the final straw came when an entire colony of witches and wizards
hiding out in Marseilles was wiped out by Voldemorts' Death Eaters.
Albus Dumbledore, along with several members of the ministry, opened
a portal, sending a large number of witches and wizards through. He
and the Ministry remained in the 21st century to fight Voldemort,
the witches and wizards he sent through the portal ending up in the
15th century.
Oliver and several others including the 4 youngest Weasley children
and Hermione Granger moved to Paris where they lived as gypsies, singing
and dancing in the streets for money, eventually joining a band of
gypsies living in the Court of Miracles.
Oliver himself now lived the life of a troubadour and street poet.
Here is the story of their lives there and the ultimate sacrifice
as told through his eyes...
***
oliver:
#This is a tale that takes its place
In Paris fair, this year of grace
Fourteen hundred eighty-two
A tale of hate, and love so true
We are the artists of the time
We dream in sculpture, dream in rhyme
For you we bring our world alive
So something will survive.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
a new unknown thousand years
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone.
Stone after stone, day after day.
From year to year, men made their way
Men had built with faith and love
These cathedrals rose above
We troubadours and poets sing
That love is all and everything
We promise you, all human kind
Tomorrow will be fine.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
A new unknown thousand years
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone.
From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals
The old world began
A new unknown thousand year
For man just has to climb up where the stars are
And live beyond life
Live in glass and live in stone
But it is doomed the age of the cathedrals
Barbarians wait
At the gates of Paris fair
Ah, let them in these pagans and these vandals
A wise man once said
In two thousand this world ends.
In two thousand this world ends.#
"Ah, hello my friends. Would you like to hear a story? Yes? Come,
gather 'round. This tragic tale I have to tell is the story of a love
and hate so strong. it is the story about a monster of a man full
of hate and obsessed with power and a boy who gave his life to protect
those he loved..."
chapter 1-the refugees
"Where are we" Ron asked as they stood up gingerly. The trip through
the portal had thrown them all off.
"I think the question should be when are we." Oliver said, looking
round. There were no cars, only horse-drawn carriages. The clothes
the people were wearing Oliver had only seen in muggles' period films.
George, one of Ron's brothers went up to one man who was just about
to get into one of the carriages.
"Excuse me, but could you-" he started before the man cut him off,
answering in French. George, who had never learned French couldn't
understand him, so he could only nod.
"To answer you question Ron, we seem to be in France, so unless
there's anyone here who's fluent in French, we're screwed." He said,
coming back to the group, looking uncharacteristically grim. Ginny
whimpered. "I want mum" she said. Fred put his arm around his kid
sister "We all do, but dad and the others need her more. At least
we've still got each other." he said.
Ginny nodded. She knew she was being stupid. She was 16, for crying
out loud! But she was scared. They were in a new place and time that
they knew absolutely nothing about, and the only other person Ginny
had felt really safe around had refused to join them. Harry had said
that if Voldemort found a way to get from their time to this one and
decided to come after them, it would buy them enough time to escape
before Voldemort found out where they were hiding if he went his own
way. Ginny felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up to
see Oliver smiling kindly at her. She grinned back, the feisty spark
reigniting inside her. If that son of a bitch, Voldemort get the better
of Virginia Weasley, he had another thing coming.
"Hermione, you're the brainy one, how're you at French?" Ron asked,
turning to his best friend. Hermione grinned. "Pretty good, actually."
she said, before dashing over to one of the carriages and speaking
to he driver in French for a good few minutes. She came back looking
a little pale.
"Well, what did he say?" Ron asked. Hermione stared at him and
sighed. How could she say this gently. "well, we're definitely in
France." she said, stalling.
Seamus rolled his eyes. "Yeah, got that." he said drily. "Whereabouts
and when?"
"we're in Paris...in the year 1482." Hermione told them. They all
gaped at her. Continuing, she said "He also said that we should go
and seek asylum at Notre-Dame like the other gypsies."
Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose. He was starting to get a
headache. "ok, so we need to get to Notre-Dame. Do you have any idea
how to get there?" He asked her. Hermione thought for a moment before
nodding. "I think so. I've been here before, so it shouldn't be too
hard. Of course, the landmarks are a bit different, this being a different
era and all that." she said.
"If we get lost, Hermione can ask for directions again." Ron grinned.
He was so glad he was with Hermione. With a walking library with them,
the group could hardly go wrong. He just wished that Harry had come
with them.
The band of 20 began walking. Neville paused "Shouldn't we wait
for Harry?" He asked tentatively. Everyone looked at Ron and Hermione.
Ron shook his head. "He said he wanted to travel alone and we have
his respect his decision" he said, his face darkening. Oh, Harry.
Why do you have to be so stubborn? He thought.
***
Several hours later they, along with 40 more witches and wizards
and 30 muggle gypsies, arrived at the steps of Notre-Dame. "Now what?"
George asked. Hermione opened her mouth to speak when they spotted
a priest coming towards them. "What do you want, gypsies?" he asked.
Hermione stepped forward. "We have come here to ask asylum." she
said.
"And why should Notre-Dame grant you sanctuary?" asked another
priest. He was tall and thin. He reminded Ron of Professor Snape,
his old Potions teacher. He decided that he didn't like this priest.
Something told him that if the priest could have things his way, all
the gypsies would be executed on the spot. Stepping forward to stand
next to Hermione, he stared to chant;
Ron
#We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.
We are the strangers here
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.
At Paris gates we stand
One hundred in our band
And one day soon we'll be
A million in this land
We wonder what you'll do
The day we ask of you
Asylum, asylum.#
one by one, the others caught on and began chanting with him;
Refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum.#
Ron
#We are the down-and-out
Here at the city gates
And all of Paris waits
To see what we're about.
The world will change someday
We'll make it work some way
When we have come to stay with you.#
One by one, the refugees began to dance in coordination with each
other (A/N-It is a musical remember)
Refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees
The men and women
Without a home
We are the strangers here
The refugees
The men and women
Without a home
The refugees
#We are the strangers here
The refugees
The women and men
Without a home
We are the strangers here
The refugees
We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home.
We are the strangers here
The refugees,
The women and men
Without a home
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum
We are the strangers here
The refugees
The women and men
Without a home
Oh! Notre-Dame
We come and ask of you
Asylum, asylum
Asylum, asylum!#
They ended their song, breathless from their dancing. The first priest
whom Hermione had asked asylum nodded at them.
"Notre-Dame's doors are always open to those who wish to seek asylum."
he said, ushering them inside. The tall priest glowered at them but
remained silent.
"Where do you think Harry is now?" Hermione asked Ron. He shrugged.
"I don't suppose we'll ever know." He replied.
"Harry's a tough kid. He'll be fine." Oliver said behind them.
Ron and Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice then smiled at him.
Oliver smiled back. The three of them stood in silence, listening
to the rain lashing at the building. Tears pooled in Hermione's eyes
"Oh, god, Harry. I hope please be ok." she whispered. Oliver put his
arm around her gently. "Just pray that he finds somewhere warm to
sleep." he said "One of these saints is bound to hear your prayer."
Not far from the cathedral, a very wet and bedraggled Harry was
praying for the same thing.