Okay so. Yes I'm in the middle of writing other stories but this fic was going to destroy me if I didn't at least start it. This is based off of The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (the Disney version not the sad book) This is the slash Harry Potter AU story. Basic plot I guess only no Quasimodo. This came from thinking of doing a song fic where the death eaters would sing 'court of miracles' but then Draco sang it and it just rolled from there. I twist EVERYTHING. Pairs here are HarryxDraco. (duh) lunaxneville (Neville? Where'd he come from?) and that's about it.
Take's place in medieval non-magic France. Enjoy!
Court of Miracles
Harry Potter, 30 year old first captain of the Order studied the map of Paris. He was so incredibly confused. Was nothing the same? He crumbled up the map frustrated and threw it into the mud. "Leave town for a couple of years and they change everything." He grumbled to his faithful horse Buckbeak. After the war 13 years ago between Britain and the Tyrant tom riddle, he had been cleaning up the country, capturing Riddle's followers. He could use a break. That is if he could find his newly appointed boss.
Two foot soldiers crossed his path. "Excuse me gentleman I'm looking for the palace of justice could you… hmm guess not" He muttered as they ignored him. He trudged down the street. He hoped this was worth it. He wasn't even sure what he was being summoned for. He snorted. He was probably going to be placed as Lucius Malfoy's new foot solider. He still believed that Malfoy had been guilty of treason but no one could ever prove it. The Malfoy's ran to France after the wife had died. And his son? Who knows. Probably gorging on treats on a silk pillow. That's all he really remembered of the prat. He'd even forgotten his name. His father had regained power in France and Harry had been summoned to be his commanding officer. This had to be good.
He hummed as he heard cheerful strums of a small guitar and the rhythmic tapping of a tambourine. He turned a corner and saw two gypsies playing music in the street with a small cat with a colorful bandana dancing at their ankles. The man was dressed in all black playing the small guitar and singing. He had a great voice and Harry wondered how handsome he would be behind that black half mask. He certainly looked gorgeous. His black trousers seemed painted on and his long black shirt was pretty. He had elegant pink designs down one leg and down both arms. He had a pink tunic covering his neck and shoulders and a black hood covering his hair. Harry saw a peak of blonde. His cheek bones where sharp his lip red and plump as he sang. The rest was covered by that mask. The grey eyes gave him a wink and he continued to sing. Harry tossed in some coins in the battered cap the cat was guarding, and when he saw the dancing woman he was in for a shock. The tambourine woman was none other than his childhood friend Luna Lovegood. Why he hasn't seen here in almost a decade and here she was, dancing in the street in bright colors. And she looked happy.
"Luna?" the blonde continued dancing and laughed at him. "It's about time you recognized me Harry potter. If you weren't staring at my companion that is." She winked and smiled at his blush and the leer the man sent him. "It's good to see you again."
Suddenly a sharp warning whistle pierced the air and the man in black disappeared. Luna gripped the hat and ran but was stopped by the two soldiers that had ignored him earlier. "Alright gypsy where'd you get the money?"
"For your information I earned it." Harry was shocked to hear that much hatred in gentle Luna's voice. And he was equally shocked by the guard's own malice. "Gypsies don't earn money. They steal it."
"You'd know a lot about stealing." Came a voice as the man in black jumped down from a nearby roof and smashed a piece of wood over one guard's head. Luna gave a kick to the other guard's chin and the little cat bit at the man's leg. The three ran down the street and disappeared around a corner. Harry shook his head. Since when were gypsies hated this much? How much had changed?
He looked at the struggling guards as they got up to run after them. He pulled Buckbeak into their path and they ran into the large stallion. One slipped in the mud to the ground.
"Buckbeak. Sit." Harry ordered. There was a groan from the man and laughter from the people in the street as Buckbeak obediently sat. Harry feigned shock. "Oh Dear man, I am sorry. Naughty horse. Naughty. He's impossible really. I can't take him anywhere."
"Get this thing off me!" The soldier's comrade drew his small dagger, "I'll teach you a lesson you peasant!" Harry drew his sword, knocking back his cloak to reveal his Order badge and raising an eyebrow. "You were saying, lieutenant?"
Harry really did enjoy pulling rank sometimes. He had earned the title of Captain after rising through the ranks. He was just a private when he stabbed Tom Riddle and his name stretched all across Europe as the seventeen year old that defeated Tom Riddle. Even years later, it still has some pull. The poor guard stuttered. "Captain! Captain potter! At your service sir!"
Harry's grin was merciless. "I know you have a lot on your mind right now but ah, the palace of justice?"
He regretfully let Buckbeak up and the soldiers scrambled around and lead him through the streets. Harry stopped and picked up a few spare coins. They had fallen out of Luna's hat. Rubbing the coins he carried on, dropping them into a hunched beggar's cap.
He walked on; not knowing the silver eyes of the beggar followed him. The man in black smiled. This ought to be interesting.
Harry walked in to the palace of justice and grimaced. Of course. Justice is torture. The entire building was a torture chamber for the prisoners. He found Lucius above the chambers on a balcony overlooking Paris. Lucius turned slightly to acknowledge him. "Ah so this is the gallant captain Potter"
Harry watched him out of the corner of his eye as his boss circled him. "Reporting for duty has ordered sir." Lucius's smile was one of a snake. "Your service record precedes you, Potter. I expect nothing but that best from a war hero of your caliber."
Harry looked straight ahead at the view. Strange that a torture house could have such an amazing views. 'And you shall have it sir. I guarantee it."
"Yes." Lucius stopped circling him. His tone was purely predatory. "You know my last captain of the guard was a, bit of a disappointment to me." A scream from down below sounded and Harry shifted and pretended not to see the other man's grin of glee. "Well no matter. I'm sure you can whip my men into shape." Harry held his composure.
"Thank you sir. It's a tremendous honor." Lucius waved a hand out towards Paris. "This is our darkest hour captain. It will take a firm hand to keep my guard from being so easily misled."
"Misled sir?" oh what now? Treason? Mutiny?
"Gypsies." Came the disgusted reply. "look down into the streets captain. The gypsies live outside the normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts. They must be stopped!" Lucius's hand curled into a fist.
Harry got the feeling he was missing something. "I got summoned from London to capture fortune tellers and palm readers!"
"Oh no captain. The real war is what you see before you. For ten years, I have been taking care of the gypsies one by one." He studied the rings on his hand. "And yet, for all my success, they have thrived. I believe they have a safe haven within the walls of this very city, a nest if you will, called the court of miracles."
Lucius glared out onto the streets as though looking for something. Or Someone. "What are we going to do about it sir?"
Lucius's grey eyes burned with repressed anger. "Destroy them." Harry now understood. This wasn't just against gypsies but against one personally. What person in their right mind would do something so foolish to have Lucius Malfoy still trying to destroy them ten years later?
A cheer rose up from the crowd in the square below. Lucius rolled his eyes, his anger now apparently under control. "Ugh duty calls. As a public figure, I'm required to attend all ceremonies. Have you ever attended a peasant festival Captain?"
"Not recently sir."
"Then this should be quite an education for you. Come along."
Harry repressed the urge to roll his eyes at Lucius's retreating back. This job had better be worth it.
…So? What do you think? (YES YES I WILL WRITE HOUSE FOR WAR KIDS FIRST AND EVERYTHING ELSE)
…is it good? Hello? Where are my lovely reviewers?