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 FOURTEEN:
Molly came storming back in. "Are you over your cold feet now, Ginny?"
"Yes, I am," Ginny lied, thinking of how she and Draco would be together in just two short days. "Harry talked me through it."
"Well, good!" Molly smiled. "So you'll be even happier to know that the wedding has been pushed up even more. Dumbledore's busy on the original day; he has a conference at Durmstrang with their headmaster. So the wedding is going to be tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Harry gasped. "But, Mrs. Weasley-"
Molly gave Harry a strange look.
"Why, yes, tomorrow," she said. "I don't see what you're getting worked up about, Harry, dear."
"Oh, it's nothing," Harry replied. "But I have to go." He went for the door and, behind Mrs. Weasley's back, mouthed to Ginny that he had to start on the potion if they wanted it to be ready in time.
It was sundown when Draco got to the house he had selected for his escape in Zurich, Switzerland. It was certainly nothing like Malfoy Manor back in Britain, but it was clean and nice and, of course, perfect for a young couple.
He sat inside, unsure of what to do. He was safe, of course, but he didn't know about Ginny. Anything could've happened to her; she could be lying dead somewehre, and he had no way of finding out, except the owl she promised to send when the coast was clear.
He forced those negative thoughts out of his head. It was ridiculous to assume that something had happened to her. He knew, deep down, that she was perfectly fine, and warm in her bed back at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts, Draco thought. Was it really just less than two days ago that I was talking to Blaise, pining over the loss of Pansy Parkinson? My, has the world changed drastically since then. Who would've thought that Blaise would be dead now, I would be married to a Weasley and, of course, expelled from Hogwarts and banished from the isle of Great Britain? But all will be right soon, he told himself. All will be right soon...
There was a knock on Ginny's dormitory door.
"Is that you, Thomas?" she asked, with mock cheerfulness.
"It's Harry," Harry replied. Ginny raced to the door, threw it open, and hugged Harry around the neck. "Did you brew the potion? Did you finish it?"
Harry handed her a small glass flask, this one filled to the cork. "I only had enough ingredients left for another half of a bottle, so I mixed the old one and the new one together." He smiled at her. "It should work, Ginny."
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny smiled. "I promise that I'll keep in touch when I'm living abroad with Draco."
Harry beamed at her, the way only a true brother could. "Of course you will. I can't spend my life not knowing what's going on with you!"
Ginny kissed him on the cheek. "I'll miss you, Harry."
"We can visit each other," Harry assured her. "Or, I can visit you, since Draco won't be allowed here." He grinned widely. "It's time, Ginny." He handed her the potion, and then kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck, Ginny."
"What should I do?" she asked him.
"Lie on the bed," he said. "Drink it up then throw the bottle of the floor. Your temporary death should be instant." He smiled at her. "You aren't scared, are you?"
"This is the only way I can get to Draco," Ginny answered, "so I'm not scared. I would rather die than be without him."
"You're brave, Ginny," Harry told her. "I never thought I'd say that when I first met you. But you were put in Gryffindor for a reason."
"That means a lot to me," Ginny replied. "Thanks, Harry."
"You really love Malfoy, don't you?"
"I never thought I would," Ginny said, "but he's amazing, once you look past him being a Malfoy."
"Well, I'll certainly have to," Harry told her. "I guess I'll have to learn to be nice to him."
"It isn't hard, I promise you," Ginny said. "He's a great man." She grinned. "I guess I'd better down this potion, then?"
"Yes," Harry told her. "Remember what I told you?"
Ginny nodded, and raised the flask to her lips. "I love you, Harry Potter."
"I love you too, Ginny," Harry said fondly. "Drink up, so we can get back you back to Draco, where you belong."
Tears of gratitude began to fall from Ginny's eyes. "Thank you so much." And she began to drink the potion.
"GINNY! NO!" Harry screamed. "NO! DON'T DO IT!"
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 FOURTEEN:
Molly came storming back in. "Are you over your cold feet now, Ginny?"
"Yes, I am," Ginny lied, thinking of how she and Draco would be together in just two short days. "Harry talked me through it."
"Well, good!" Molly smiled. "So you'll be even happier to know that the wedding has been pushed up even more. Dumbledore's busy on the original day; he has a conference at Durmstrang with their headmaster. So the wedding is going to be tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Harry gasped. "But, Mrs. Weasley-"
Molly gave Harry a strange look.
"Why, yes, tomorrow," she said. "I don't see what you're getting worked up about, Harry, dear."
"Oh, it's nothing," Harry replied. "But I have to go." He went for the door and, behind Mrs. Weasley's back, mouthed to Ginny that he had to start on the potion if they wanted it to be ready in time.
It was sundown when Draco got to the house he had selected for his escape in Zurich, Switzerland. It was certainly nothing like Malfoy Manor back in Britain, but it was clean and nice and, of course, perfect for a young couple.
He sat inside, unsure of what to do. He was safe, of course, but he didn't know about Ginny. Anything could've happened to her; she could be lying dead somewehre, and he had no way of finding out, except the owl she promised to send when the coast was clear.
He forced those negative thoughts out of his head. It was ridiculous to assume that something had happened to her. He knew, deep down, that she was perfectly fine, and warm in her bed back at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts, Draco thought. Was it really just less than two days ago that I was talking to Blaise, pining over the loss of Pansy Parkinson? My, has the world changed drastically since then. Who would've thought that Blaise would be dead now, I would be married to a Weasley and, of course, expelled from Hogwarts and banished from the isle of Great Britain? But all will be right soon, he told himself. All will be right soon...
There was a knock on Ginny's dormitory door.
"Is that you, Thomas?" she asked, with mock cheerfulness.
"It's Harry," Harry replied. Ginny raced to the door, threw it open, and hugged Harry around the neck. "Did you brew the potion? Did you finish it?"
Harry handed her a small glass flask, this one filled to the cork. "I only had enough ingredients left for another half of a bottle, so I mixed the old one and the new one together." He smiled at her. "It should work, Ginny."
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny smiled. "I promise that I'll keep in touch when I'm living abroad with Draco."
Harry beamed at her, the way only a true brother could. "Of course you will. I can't spend my life not knowing what's going on with you!"
Ginny kissed him on the cheek. "I'll miss you, Harry."
"We can visit each other," Harry assured her. "Or, I can visit you, since Draco won't be allowed here." He grinned widely. "It's time, Ginny." He handed her the potion, and then kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck, Ginny."
"What should I do?" she asked him.
"Lie on the bed," he said. "Drink it up then throw the bottle of the floor. Your temporary death should be instant." He smiled at her. "You aren't scared, are you?"
"This is the only way I can get to Draco," Ginny answered, "so I'm not scared. I would rather die than be without him."
"You're brave, Ginny," Harry told her. "I never thought I'd say that when I first met you. But you were put in Gryffindor for a reason."
"That means a lot to me," Ginny replied. "Thanks, Harry."
"You really love Malfoy, don't you?"
"I never thought I would," Ginny said, "but he's amazing, once you look past him being a Malfoy."
"Well, I'll certainly have to," Harry told her. "I guess I'll have to learn to be nice to him."
"It isn't hard, I promise you," Ginny said. "He's a great man." She grinned. "I guess I'd better down this potion, then?"
"Yes," Harry told her. "Remember what I told you?"
Ginny nodded, and raised the flask to her lips. "I love you, Harry Potter."
"I love you too, Ginny," Harry said fondly. "Drink up, so we can get back you back to Draco, where you belong."
Tears of gratitude began to fall from Ginny's eyes. "Thank you so much." And she began to drink the potion.
"GINNY! NO!" Harry screamed. "NO! DON'T DO IT!"