This fan fic will contain some of the songs from the movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As he came from the train station he heard something about a revolution and when he dropped into a pub he asked the landlady about it,
"The bohemian revolution. That's what you're talking about. Some revolution for clubbers." She had said.
Now, he was outside in the rain and he looked around the area where he stood and realised why Fleur planned to come here. He was in Montemar and the place was cheerful and lovely. Women swanned around in long skirts and fitting tops. Men would smoke and chat idly. It all seemed like he'd fallen back in time. He walked around the city to find the Moulin Rouge or Fleur but he found nothing. He asked around until he found a woman who was quite on the fat side, wearing a long black dress with dark ginger hair.
"Excuse me, would you mind telling me where the Moulin Rouge is?" He asked the woman. She looked him up and down,
"Why?" she asked.
"I have business there." He lied, for he really wanted to find why Fleur went there but he didn't want the woman to know that even though it was a lie that could be changed.
"Really?" Said the woman.
"Yes, I have to see a friend of mine."
"Oh, really! Well, my sister became a landlady of a couple of apartments near there, so I'll see if she'll let you rent one of them," She said, then walked over to her coat and put it on.
"I'll take you if you want."
"Thank you." Harry said, tipping his hat.
He followed the woman, whose name he'd found out was Amelie, through back streets and alleyways until they reached a deserted road. It had stopped raining and now a shine swept through he clouds. At the end of the road was a tall mill house and beyond that he couldn't see.
"Quiet around hear isn't it?" Harry asked looking around.
"Now it is. You wait till night-time. Now, that is the Moulin Rouge." She said pointing at the mill house.
"What, that's it?" He said. This wasn't how he'd imagined it.
"You haven't seen past its walls. I used to work there I should know."
Somehow he couldn't imagine Amelie working in a night-club but he didn't know what went on inside the Moulin Rouge walls, yet.
"Come on Amelia's apartments are only around here." Harry reluctantly went after her and soon they were outside a huge black building. Luckily for Harry, the block of apartments he would be staying in was only a minute away from the club.
Amelie knocked on the door and after a few minutes the door opened to a tall woman. She was not as porky as Amelie but still. She also wore a black dress but she seemed a little more to herself then Amelie.
"Amelia!" Boomed Amelie. They hugged each other and when parted allowing Amelie to introduce Harry.
"Amelia, I found you someone else to occupy another apartment of yours."
Amelia looked shocked and then did the same as Amelie did when she met Harry. She looked him up and down.
"Ah, as long as he won't make as much noise as they flippin' do on the top floor."
Amelie and Amelia sorted out what room for him to stay in and lastly they decided on the room just below the top floor with a view over the Moulin Rouge. Amelie had left and Amelia stood on the side of the room while Harry looked out of the window at the Moulin Rouge.
"What you thinking, sonny?" She asked, walking over to Harry, who jumped. He had forgotten that she was there.
"Nothing, just thinking." He answered, which was true. He was thinking about Fleur and how bad she looked on the train. How she had lost her baby on the train or even before, even thinking about how many girls had the same life as her and how many of them worked in that club. He was also thinking about where his friends were and what they were doing.
"Sonny, I won't tell you not to go there but I'll tell you this. Don't fall in love." And with that she left. Harry looked at the door where she left and he didn't understand. Why would he fall in love?
Days later a package and a letter arrived for him. He opened the package first and there was a typewriter. He didn't understand. Then he remembered, he had come to be a writer. But he decided he'd do some writing later on. Just then he decided something. He would write about Truth, beauty freedom and love. But then he realised something. He'd never been in love.
Just then something fell through his roof. It was a man. Then he was soon joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun. He approached Harry and said something. Proberly his name for all Harry knew. Just then three men appeared above the roof. One was bald with a little black goatee and wearing a black hat. One was old and wearing what looked like clothed tramps would wear and the other with long black hair wearing lots of eye shadow around the eyes.
"Oh, that damn man. Has to suffer from Narcolepsee and play all the lead roles, doesn't he!" The man shouted, sounding much like an old professor of Harry's.
"Professor Snape?" Harry asked. The man looked at him.
"Dear God. Harry Potter." And he fainted.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As he came from the train station he heard something about a revolution and when he dropped into a pub he asked the landlady about it,
"The bohemian revolution. That's what you're talking about. Some revolution for clubbers." She had said.
Now, he was outside in the rain and he looked around the area where he stood and realised why Fleur planned to come here. He was in Montemar and the place was cheerful and lovely. Women swanned around in long skirts and fitting tops. Men would smoke and chat idly. It all seemed like he'd fallen back in time. He walked around the city to find the Moulin Rouge or Fleur but he found nothing. He asked around until he found a woman who was quite on the fat side, wearing a long black dress with dark ginger hair.
"Excuse me, would you mind telling me where the Moulin Rouge is?" He asked the woman. She looked him up and down,
"Why?" she asked.
"I have business there." He lied, for he really wanted to find why Fleur went there but he didn't want the woman to know that even though it was a lie that could be changed.
"Really?" Said the woman.
"Yes, I have to see a friend of mine."
"Oh, really! Well, my sister became a landlady of a couple of apartments near there, so I'll see if she'll let you rent one of them," She said, then walked over to her coat and put it on.
"I'll take you if you want."
"Thank you." Harry said, tipping his hat.
He followed the woman, whose name he'd found out was Amelie, through back streets and alleyways until they reached a deserted road. It had stopped raining and now a shine swept through he clouds. At the end of the road was a tall mill house and beyond that he couldn't see.
"Quiet around hear isn't it?" Harry asked looking around.
"Now it is. You wait till night-time. Now, that is the Moulin Rouge." She said pointing at the mill house.
"What, that's it?" He said. This wasn't how he'd imagined it.
"You haven't seen past its walls. I used to work there I should know."
Somehow he couldn't imagine Amelie working in a night-club but he didn't know what went on inside the Moulin Rouge walls, yet.
"Come on Amelia's apartments are only around here." Harry reluctantly went after her and soon they were outside a huge black building. Luckily for Harry, the block of apartments he would be staying in was only a minute away from the club.
Amelie knocked on the door and after a few minutes the door opened to a tall woman. She was not as porky as Amelie but still. She also wore a black dress but she seemed a little more to herself then Amelie.
"Amelia!" Boomed Amelie. They hugged each other and when parted allowing Amelie to introduce Harry.
"Amelia, I found you someone else to occupy another apartment of yours."
Amelia looked shocked and then did the same as Amelie did when she met Harry. She looked him up and down.
"Ah, as long as he won't make as much noise as they flippin' do on the top floor."
Amelie and Amelia sorted out what room for him to stay in and lastly they decided on the room just below the top floor with a view over the Moulin Rouge. Amelie had left and Amelia stood on the side of the room while Harry looked out of the window at the Moulin Rouge.
"What you thinking, sonny?" She asked, walking over to Harry, who jumped. He had forgotten that she was there.
"Nothing, just thinking." He answered, which was true. He was thinking about Fleur and how bad she looked on the train. How she had lost her baby on the train or even before, even thinking about how many girls had the same life as her and how many of them worked in that club. He was also thinking about where his friends were and what they were doing.
"Sonny, I won't tell you not to go there but I'll tell you this. Don't fall in love." And with that she left. Harry looked at the door where she left and he didn't understand. Why would he fall in love?
Days later a package and a letter arrived for him. He opened the package first and there was a typewriter. He didn't understand. Then he remembered, he had come to be a writer. But he decided he'd do some writing later on. Just then he decided something. He would write about Truth, beauty freedom and love. But then he realised something. He'd never been in love.
Just then something fell through his roof. It was a man. Then he was soon joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun. He approached Harry and said something. Proberly his name for all Harry knew. Just then three men appeared above the roof. One was bald with a little black goatee and wearing a black hat. One was old and wearing what looked like clothed tramps would wear and the other with long black hair wearing lots of eye shadow around the eyes.
"Oh, that damn man. Has to suffer from Narcolepsee and play all the lead roles, doesn't he!" The man shouted, sounding much like an old professor of Harry's.
"Professor Snape?" Harry asked. The man looked at him.
"Dear God. Harry Potter." And he fainted.