OUR OWN OLYMPUS
A Hogwarts Twist on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet"
Written by Daniel Odysseus
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART ELEVEN:
But the curse missed Draco, despite his close proximity to the edge of Ron's wand. The Weasley was knocked to his feet just before he finished the curse; the astronomy tower suddenly buckled from under the two boys.
Both fell through the air, amid the debris from the astronomy tower, as if they were falling slowly through water. But neither of them could move. It was a strong spell indeed.
Draco could now see the prefects' balcony, to which they were heading. Blaise stood there, his wand out, controlling the fall of Draco, Ron, and the astronomy tower.
"You're not to harm my cousin," Blaise growled, when Draco and Ron both touched down onto the balcony. "Do you hear me Weasley? Or I will kill you."
"You couldn't kill me even if you had the fastest wand at Hogwarts," Ron sneered. "Hey, Zabini, is it true your mother was one of those Malfoy bitches? So, I guess, that makes you one of those useless, evil bastards who can't do magic for the life of you-"
"You little son-of-a-bitch!" Blaise shrieked. "You're a disgrace to the good name of wizard, you little Weasley scum, you white trash!"
Ron shot sparks from his wand at Blaise, but the Slytherin quickly dodged them.
"Too fast for you, eh, Weasley?" Blaise scoffed.
And both of them were engulfed in a duel to death.
"Stop it!" Draco screamed. "Blaise, no! He's Ginny's brother! You can't-"
"He'll kill you," Blaise yelled back. "It's better that I defeat him for you, eh?"
"No!" Draco shouted. "Both of you, stop fighting!"
But the spells and curses kept flying back and forth.
Draco gulped, and did the only thing he could. He applied a mild shield charm to himself, then dove in the middle of the two fighters.
And Draco felt agony. The shield charm was ripped off of him, his wand flew to the far corner of the balcony, and he was forced to the ground by the bombardment of spells.
He glanced at the two men, and saw Ron and Blaise approaching one another. It was the end, Draco knew all too well. But there had to be something he could do. There had to be some way to stop their fighting. Draco jumped up, filling the last gap between the two foes.
"You need to stop," he said, in a shaken voice. "Both of you. You need to stop it."
Blaise began to lower his wand, but Ron thrust his wand between Draco's arm and torso, and then muttered those fatal words. "Avada Kedavra."
And Blaise fell lifeless to the floor.
"You killed him!" Draco shrieked. "You killed him! Weasley, this man was a brother to me. Don't you-" He blinked back tears, as he was now overcome by rage. "I won't stand my and let you make Ginny's life miserable. And I won't let you ruin mine, either, for that matter."
"What's the great Slytherin pacifist going to do?" Ron taunted. "Threaten me some more?"
"No," Draco said quietly. "I'm going to put a stop to the madness. You won't be ruining anyone else's life from where you're going."
"And where is that?"
"Straight to Hell," Draco whispered.
"I'd like you to try," Ron sneered.
In one swift motion, Draco took Blaise's wand, and thrust it into his foe's solar plexus. Then, he uttered those two fatal words that he had heard his father say on countless occasions.
"Avada Kedavra."
Ron fell dead to the ground. Draco stared at his foe's corpse with mixed feelings. He had just killed the brother of Ginny, the girl he loved more than he loved himself. But he had done it for them. He had done it so that he and Ginny could live happily ever after...
Draco smiled slightly. So that we could live happily ever after on our own Olympus.
There were footsteps behind him, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, followed by Dumbledore ran onto the prefects' balcony.
"No!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, when she saw unmistakably dead corpse of her youngest son. "No!" She glared at Draco. "What have you done to him? You murdered him!"
Dumbledore approached Draco and said, slightly sympathetically, "Mr. Malfoy, I hope you realize the consequences for your actions that are in store for you. You're hereby expelled from Hogwarts. Whatever else happens to you is for Minister Fudge to decide. I hope you understand that, Draco."
"Completely," Draco assured his headmaster.
Ginny appeared in the doorway. She couldn't see Ron's corpse; her mother was in the way, but she could see her new husband.
"Draco Malfoy!" she cried. "What have you done?"
Draco began to walk up to his wife, but Mr. Weasley pulled him away.
"If I ever catch you near my daughter, I will make sure you die a long, painful death," Mr. Weasley sneered, "just like the one you put my son Ron through. I won't have you murdering another member of my family!" He smiled wickedly at Draco. "But, at any rate, I will not rest until I have you behind bars in Azkaban. Trust me, Malfoy, I will not rest until I get you back for what you did to my... my... son..." He covered his eyes with his hand.
Lucius Malfoy stormed onto the balcony. "I demand to know what's going on here!"
"Your son just murdered my Ron!" Mr. Weasley snarled.
Mr. Malfoy looked indifferent. "How do you know that it wasn't that Ron of yours who went and got himself killed? Maybe he was the antagonist! Maybe he attacked my Draco!"
"Give it up, Lucius," Mr. Weasley sneered. "I won't stand by and let you accuse my late son of such... of such horrendous deeds! I refuse to believe it!" He motioned towards the door. "Now, remove yourself from my sight."
"I have every right to be here," Mr. Weasley snarled.
"Lucius, I shall talk to you later," Dumbledore said, with a note of finality in his voice. Lucius glared daggers at the Hogwarts headmaster, and shuffled off the prefects' balcony.
"I can't believe it," Molly said, beginning to cry. "I can't believe that he's dead!"
"Arthur," Dumbledore said slowly. "Molly..." He shook his head. "I hope you accept my sincerest apologies for Ron's loss."
"It was that Malfoy's fault!" Molly shrieked to Dumbledore. "He murdered my son!" She hugged her daughter. "And Merlin only knows what he would've done to Ginny, if he had been alone with her! And she's engaged to Thomas, too!"
Dumbledore had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he looked at Ginny, but Ginny responded with a pleading look, urging him to keep her secret.
There was suddenly a gust of wind as Draco, on Blaise's broomstick, flew off the balcony. The Weasleys looked up just in time to see the small figure of him flying away from the grounds, the red sun setting in front of him.
To Be Continued
TYPE OF STORY: The tragic romance between Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, the children of two enemies. A 13,000-word novelette based on the main events in Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet."
RATING: PG-13, for murder, suicide, and language. No strong sexual themes employed.
DISCLAIMER: "Our Own Olympus" is based on the characters featured in JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot lines and actions of the Harry Potter characters are based on of William Shakespeare's tragedy "Romeo and Juliet."**
PART ELEVEN:
But the curse missed Draco, despite his close proximity to the edge of Ron's wand. The Weasley was knocked to his feet just before he finished the curse; the astronomy tower suddenly buckled from under the two boys.
Both fell through the air, amid the debris from the astronomy tower, as if they were falling slowly through water. But neither of them could move. It was a strong spell indeed.
Draco could now see the prefects' balcony, to which they were heading. Blaise stood there, his wand out, controlling the fall of Draco, Ron, and the astronomy tower.
"You're not to harm my cousin," Blaise growled, when Draco and Ron both touched down onto the balcony. "Do you hear me Weasley? Or I will kill you."
"You couldn't kill me even if you had the fastest wand at Hogwarts," Ron sneered. "Hey, Zabini, is it true your mother was one of those Malfoy bitches? So, I guess, that makes you one of those useless, evil bastards who can't do magic for the life of you-"
"You little son-of-a-bitch!" Blaise shrieked. "You're a disgrace to the good name of wizard, you little Weasley scum, you white trash!"
Ron shot sparks from his wand at Blaise, but the Slytherin quickly dodged them.
"Too fast for you, eh, Weasley?" Blaise scoffed.
And both of them were engulfed in a duel to death.
"Stop it!" Draco screamed. "Blaise, no! He's Ginny's brother! You can't-"
"He'll kill you," Blaise yelled back. "It's better that I defeat him for you, eh?"
"No!" Draco shouted. "Both of you, stop fighting!"
But the spells and curses kept flying back and forth.
Draco gulped, and did the only thing he could. He applied a mild shield charm to himself, then dove in the middle of the two fighters.
And Draco felt agony. The shield charm was ripped off of him, his wand flew to the far corner of the balcony, and he was forced to the ground by the bombardment of spells.
He glanced at the two men, and saw Ron and Blaise approaching one another. It was the end, Draco knew all too well. But there had to be something he could do. There had to be some way to stop their fighting. Draco jumped up, filling the last gap between the two foes.
"You need to stop," he said, in a shaken voice. "Both of you. You need to stop it."
Blaise began to lower his wand, but Ron thrust his wand between Draco's arm and torso, and then muttered those fatal words. "Avada Kedavra."
And Blaise fell lifeless to the floor.
"You killed him!" Draco shrieked. "You killed him! Weasley, this man was a brother to me. Don't you-" He blinked back tears, as he was now overcome by rage. "I won't stand my and let you make Ginny's life miserable. And I won't let you ruin mine, either, for that matter."
"What's the great Slytherin pacifist going to do?" Ron taunted. "Threaten me some more?"
"No," Draco said quietly. "I'm going to put a stop to the madness. You won't be ruining anyone else's life from where you're going."
"And where is that?"
"Straight to Hell," Draco whispered.
"I'd like you to try," Ron sneered.
In one swift motion, Draco took Blaise's wand, and thrust it into his foe's solar plexus. Then, he uttered those two fatal words that he had heard his father say on countless occasions.
"Avada Kedavra."
Ron fell dead to the ground. Draco stared at his foe's corpse with mixed feelings. He had just killed the brother of Ginny, the girl he loved more than he loved himself. But he had done it for them. He had done it so that he and Ginny could live happily ever after...
Draco smiled slightly. So that we could live happily ever after on our own Olympus.
There were footsteps behind him, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, followed by Dumbledore ran onto the prefects' balcony.
"No!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, when she saw unmistakably dead corpse of her youngest son. "No!" She glared at Draco. "What have you done to him? You murdered him!"
Dumbledore approached Draco and said, slightly sympathetically, "Mr. Malfoy, I hope you realize the consequences for your actions that are in store for you. You're hereby expelled from Hogwarts. Whatever else happens to you is for Minister Fudge to decide. I hope you understand that, Draco."
"Completely," Draco assured his headmaster.
Ginny appeared in the doorway. She couldn't see Ron's corpse; her mother was in the way, but she could see her new husband.
"Draco Malfoy!" she cried. "What have you done?"
Draco began to walk up to his wife, but Mr. Weasley pulled him away.
"If I ever catch you near my daughter, I will make sure you die a long, painful death," Mr. Weasley sneered, "just like the one you put my son Ron through. I won't have you murdering another member of my family!" He smiled wickedly at Draco. "But, at any rate, I will not rest until I have you behind bars in Azkaban. Trust me, Malfoy, I will not rest until I get you back for what you did to my... my... son..." He covered his eyes with his hand.
Lucius Malfoy stormed onto the balcony. "I demand to know what's going on here!"
"Your son just murdered my Ron!" Mr. Weasley snarled.
Mr. Malfoy looked indifferent. "How do you know that it wasn't that Ron of yours who went and got himself killed? Maybe he was the antagonist! Maybe he attacked my Draco!"
"Give it up, Lucius," Mr. Weasley sneered. "I won't stand by and let you accuse my late son of such... of such horrendous deeds! I refuse to believe it!" He motioned towards the door. "Now, remove yourself from my sight."
"I have every right to be here," Mr. Weasley snarled.
"Lucius, I shall talk to you later," Dumbledore said, with a note of finality in his voice. Lucius glared daggers at the Hogwarts headmaster, and shuffled off the prefects' balcony.
"I can't believe it," Molly said, beginning to cry. "I can't believe that he's dead!"
"Arthur," Dumbledore said slowly. "Molly..." He shook his head. "I hope you accept my sincerest apologies for Ron's loss."
"It was that Malfoy's fault!" Molly shrieked to Dumbledore. "He murdered my son!" She hugged her daughter. "And Merlin only knows what he would've done to Ginny, if he had been alone with her! And she's engaged to Thomas, too!"
Dumbledore had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he looked at Ginny, but Ginny responded with a pleading look, urging him to keep her secret.
There was suddenly a gust of wind as Draco, on Blaise's broomstick, flew off the balcony. The Weasleys looked up just in time to see the small figure of him flying away from the grounds, the red sun setting in front of him.
To Be Continued