Author: Shinigami, Meg

Disclaimer: Harry and the gang and anything concerning Harry Potter belong to .Rowling and etc. and Beauty and the Beast belong to all those stories created especially Disney. But the way this is written is all mine, I call it appropriation using the Harry gang

Summary: d/h Harry is a strange individual in middle class society who is suddenly thrust into a mansion where he bites a bit more off than he can chew.

Pairings: Dm/Hp, Rw/Hg, suggestions of Sb/Rl maybe even a dash of SS with them. Oh and a very infatuated Pansy mooning after Harry.

Warning: SLASH!!!!! YAOI!!! HOMOSEXUALTIY!!! Whatever term is comfortable for you. Though it's relatively mild since I'm not really a romance writer and this is a fairy tale. DEATH of characters!!!

An: I'm putting this up again not because of any changes but because I wanted it formatted properly.

Prologue

Legend as renowned as history around the area of Pivot Forest, tells of a mysteriously gorgeous Prince, who lived in luxury in the forest of Pivot. With his many servants he never lacked in anything, spoilt, the Prince believed he could do anything he pleased. During his reign many spirits angered, 'the boy cares naught but for himself,' they bemoaned.

So taking it upon herself, the sorcerer of beauty knew something had to be done to open the Prince's eyes and heart. Concealing herself as an ugly haggard old woman she tottered up the steps of his castle. She knocked upon the majestic wooden door, it opened to reveal the Prince.

"A place for the night kind sir?" The old women croaked raggedly, she procured a beautiful blood red rose which shimmered in the moonlight, "I am weary, my old bones do ache so. In return I shall give you this rose."

The Prince sneered at the old beggar in front of him, he flicked his beautiful golden silky hair out of his face. "A rose? I have dozen's within my garden, what need do I have for that? You ugly woman, leave, I have no place here for you to stay the night." He lied, and then slammed the door upon her wrinkled face.

Thunder tore haggardly over the night sky, illuminating the rapidly changing old sorcerer. From her ugly wrinkled features a beautiful moon-touched woman arose. Knocking upon the door once more she waited for the Prince.

"Never judge a book by its cover," She whispered, her voice a musical melody. The Prince stood stunned at the beautiful woman in front of him, "My name is Luna, spirit of beauty and here I have held witness to your black heart. I curse you and all your servants forever, your appearance shall reflect your heart, but if you can learn to love another and let another love you this curse shall be broken. You have only as long as this rose lives, as it withers and dies you shall never escape this curse."

A loud roar echoed through the forest that night, rain pelted the cursed castle. The weather reflected the misery within the castle that night. Haunted by his appearance the Prince hid in fear, never to leave his castle.

And as time passed the rose began to die...