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.
Chapter OneAnd so our fairy tale begins....
Harry liked to believe he was a normal teenager, as normal as it got living with an artist and publicised mass murder (lies of course.) But as much as he tired to ignore the strange looks passed his way when he showed up at Godric hollow's market place... well lets just say it tipped him onto the fact that maybe he wasn't all that normal.
He liked art just like his godfather (mentioned before, falsely accused mass murder) Sirius Black. His lack of any 'manly' sport interests, as the town folk liked to call it, a massacre of innocent happy small wildlife. The fact that he didn't play wrestling, hang out at the pub or did anything the town people were used too, instantly labelled him as 'strange.' Yet even with this title it never ceased to amazing him how many girls tripped on to him... accidentally of course, showered him with gifts... oh just as friends, tried to kiss him...hmm no excuse there it seems.
The worst? Pansy Parkinson. The local beauty of all beauties, and also an over ego inflated, amazingly selfish big head filled with hot air. He couldn't stand the sight of that girl, so he settled on the old ignore it and it might go away routine with her. It never worked... she didn't seems to get the hint, well half the time she didn't actually pay any notice to him rather tried to use him as a nice piece of meat hanging off her perfectly manicured hands.
Harry snuggled deeper into his sheets, pulling the warm blankets over his head and started to drift back to the land of dreams and fantasies.
"Harry, get up!" Harry pulled the blankets over his ears and groaned as the land of dreams slowly slipped away from his mind, he tried to keep his head firmly planted in that land far away. "HARRY!" He groaned a second time as the loud roar made it past all the coverings to drill deep into his subconscious and successfully scare away any remnants of his dreams.
Annoyed he poked his drowsy head out from under the piles of covers to watch a blurry image of his godfather glaring, though he couldn't tell he could imagine, with his hands on hips. Harry sunk back into his bed and rubbed his tired eyes, he had been up late reading on a new book in Lupin and Snape's 'store of all arts and literature.' He did not want to get up, but Sirius grabbed his blankets and pulled them off, exposing a semi-naked Harry to the freezing elements of the outside world. Harry shivered and curled up into a small ball hoping to conserve heat.
"It's a beautiful day, get up!" Sirius laughed, Harry opened one bright fuzzy green eye and watched suspiciously as the older man watched him. Sirius yanked Harry out of the bed when the total of his patience ran out... an extraordinary maximum total of two seconds.
"Why?" Harry whined, irritated that his bed was about 20 centimetres out of reach, while a crazy lunatic of a godfather was slowly dragging him further and further away from his warm, soft, comfortable bed. Sirius dumped Harry unceremoniously onto a soft chair in the kitchen, the main room in their little cottage and pushed simple wire rimmed glasses onto his nose, the unfocused green eyes slowly let reality barge through his pupils. "I call this har – ar – as... ment," Harry yawned loudly. Sirius visibly rolled his eyes and made a face like a two year old.
Their little cottage was located just outside of Godric Hollow's main market place snugged just inside the large Pivot forest. Their house consisted of two small bedrooms and a kitchen fused with a dining room. Outside laid a large garage of sorts, which held art equipment and various other things. At the back their backyard and toilet/shower connected with the forest, sometimes leading more extrovert wolves to meddle with the small amount of chickens that occupied their land.
The town next to their small one was Hogsmead where the local school 'Hogwarts,' was located, this town circulated the main business of both towns, gaining a small tax from Godric Hollow as payment. The road to and from this town wasn't as safe or used, as both people from each town preferred to keep away from each other. And as such, the forest had grown wild and the track confusing to get from one town to the other.
Whispers of a Beast that lived in the forest had been circulating in both towns, to keep exceptionally curious children from wandering too far into the forest and into danger. As the forest also held a large pack of perpetually hungry wolves.
"You're sure grumpy, I need you to go to town. Get some stuff for me. Tomorrow! Man tomorrow I'll be sprinting down that road to a fortune!" Sirius beamed in ecstasy, as he had done every other time he painted something for the Hogsmead exhibitions, he loved to pull out that whole metaphorical road of life thingy. Harry rolled his eyes inconspicuously and got hit on the head with a pillow for it. "I saw that young man, get dressed and scoot. And socialise! I swear, you're turning into a hermit."
"I get that from you," Harry muttered, Sirius smirked evilly.
"You shall pay for that you inconsequential bug!" Sirius laughed, pelting Harry with pillows. Harry laughed and fought vigorously back.
So here he was scuffling his way into town, looking lazy all bundled up in loose trousers tucked into knee-high hard leather boots, a loose white tunic that reached his mid-calves with a smug long-sleeved red jumper. On top of that a soft dark green cape to keep him slightly inconspicuous as though the vivid scar on his forehead wouldn't scream who he was. He hoped his crazy stick-up-anywhere-you-want hair would cover it, not that that wasn't also a big giveaway to who he was.
He ignored the swooning girls as he made his way to Lupin and Snape's store. It wasn't that he hated girls because that wasn't the case. He just wasn't interested to be in a romantic relationship with anyone, he supposed his hormones were just a tad late. Yawning with his stomach rumbling for good measure he sauntered into the store of all arts and literature miserably.
"Hey Sweetie." Lupin chuckled, "Siri kick you out again?" he asked wryly. If there was one thing you had to watch out with Lupin would be the fact that he had about a dozen nicknames for everyone. Harry nodded and nicked a hot piece of buttered bread from Lupin's plate. Lupin just smiled and ruffled Harry's hair affectionately. "You know you should kick Padfoot out of the house now and again, he doesn't come around enough anymore." Lupin suggested, Harry raised an eyebrow and Lupin ducked keeping himself busy dusting perfectly clean artefacts.
"You're right I should, tomorrow, soon as he gets home from his exhibition." Harry said lazily picking up a fiction book he'd already read a dozen times.
"Oh that was today?" Lupin frowned, "Hmm think I can catch him before he leaves?" he asked looking at Harry.
Harry thought for a second and nodded, "You probably should, he's most likely talking himself into a panic without you," not looking up from his book, engrossed in the fantasy of a prince fighting a monstrous dragon.
"Right. Be a sweetheart and tell Sev the shop's all his for a while and tell him not to scare, torture or kill any of the customers." Harry grinned, the one thing Snape was famous for in this little town was his amazing temper and the fact many people who had pissed him off had suddenly turned up almost dead... strangely enough they all claimed they had a nasty run in with a door... accidentally of course. Even Harry had to step back from his almost adopted uncle at times of teeth bared, steam whistling moments. But for all the presumptions of him, he was quiet if strangely impersonal without his cloud of anger.
Lupin kissed the crown of his head, completely embarrassing him before leaving, another thing to watch out for was Lupin's affection. The guy would take the role of your mother without a backwards glance, with the three of them as his guardians it was amazing he had turned out as normal as he had.
Harry kept himself engrossed in his book until Snape's loud footsteps bombarded their way into the shop. Harry popped his head out from behind his book, Snape made his way to the counter and gracefully plopped himself into a chair as only he could manage.
"Good morning," Harry said to the other dark haired man, "Lupin's at our house, encouraging Sirius. He asked if you could handle the store till he came back."
Snape grunted, "What does he take me for, an incompetent idiot?!? This store could handle its godamn self!" He growled grabbing the local paper and examining it. Silence reigned for a minute before he spoke again. "Why is Remus encouraging Black?"
"Art exhibition today." Harry muttered, his head back in his book.
"Oh. I'll catch Black when he gets back. Hmm hopefully with some money this time." Snape muttered, he got up and started cleaning away Lupin's breakfast that Harry had pretty much eaten. "I'm sure Black kicked you out of the house to do something other than waste my time, so get lost."
Harry pouted at his uncle, knowing it didn't have any effect of him. Never hurt to try though he rationalized. "It not working, so scoot." Snape said pointing at the door. Harry sighed melodramatically and started to put the book away. Snape watched for a second. "Keep it, you might as well, you're the only one that reads it." Harry grinned, quickly leaning over the counter to kiss his uncle on the cheek, he quickly darted out of the shop before Snape could strangle him. Harry looked back, his uncle was red, from either embarrassment or anger, he didn't know. Score one Harry! He pitied the next person that entered the store.
Harry quickly made his way to 'Capes for all occasions,' he picked up a suitable one for his godfather and a warm horse cover for Prongs. Struggling with the heavy load he dropped them down at the counter. The owner quickly made herself known and Harry paid before balancing the heavy load and slowly making his way back home.
"Why dear Harry, your looking in nice form today, not as good as me but then again no one is as beautiful as me." Harry grit his teeth and tried to ignore the shrill voice of Parkinson. She sauntered over and draped a perfectly white gloved hand over his shoulders, making Harry stumble from the weight.
"Parkinson, I'm sorry but I'm busy. Sirius needs this cloak pronto so I can't talk." Harry said trying to feel like it was a loss, and slipping away from her embrace. Parkinson made a face, she didn't like Sirius and Harry knew it. She believed like nearly everyone else in the village that he was a madman bent on murdering everyone in town. Parkinson hated him more though because he was nearly every excuse Harry made up so as not to spend time with her.
"Call me Pansy dear," She said with fake sincerity, "you shouldn't have to be at the beck and call of that... man." She uttered a piercing fake laugh. Harry frowned irritated.
"I have to go." Harry muttered before trying to walk past her, her hand shot out and grabbed his collar. Appearances could be deceiving with Parkinson, she might look like a feather all dressed up, but she had a vice like grip. Harry looked down at her hand feelings slightly threatened.
"So soon?" She purred, Harry nodded. Parkinson released her grip on his collar and smile charmingly. "I'll see you later then," She darted forward and pressed her lips against his, Harry backed away quickly, turned away from her and scooted as fast as he could home.
Harry slammed the door shut angrily with his foot, that stupid, thinks-she-can-do-whatever-she-wants-wench! He thought angrily, he walked in to Lupin saying calming words to his godfather, who was plopped on a chair in front of Lupin as he massaged his shoulders.
"Hey, here Sirius." Harry said letting his anger dissipate as he threw his godfather his new cloak.
"Thanks kiddo! Well I'm all set! Hey Harry could you get Prongs ready for me, please?" He added the puppy eyes with a look like he about to cry, Harry rolled his eyes at his antics.
"Sure, sure," Harry smiled as he roamed back outside and whistled for Prongs, the black stallion with snow white hair was named after his father's nick name from Lupin. The horse nudged Harry with his head and Harry ran his long fingers through his mane while speaking comfortingly to him. "Take him safely to Hogsmead ok?" Prongs snickered in agreement. "Sirius?" Harry called back into the house after he had tacked and saddled Prongs.
"Later," Sirius said as he engulfed Harry in a hug and kissed him on the forehead, he kissed Lupin on the forehead as well. He waved to them until the forest enclosed him in their depths.
Sirius had taken Harry as his own son since before he could remember, as his parents had died when he was barely one. He hadn't known them, he couldn't even remember what they had looked like except from the descriptions Sirius, Lupin and Snape had given him. After looking after Harry for a bare five years Sirius was charged with the murder of his parents and the massacre of the lives of ten people. Falsely accused Harry might add, the real murderer a man of the name Peter Pettigrew was brought in by none other then Lupin, Snape and Harry.
Yet Sirius was forced into the renowned jail Azkaban for ten years in which Harry spent with Lupin and Snape which he thought off as his uncles. Since his release last year he'd come back to live with Harry, it had been a tearful reunion. He hated it when Sirius went away, he really hated it.
Lupin waited with Harry until Sirius left, he watched Harry carefully, "Do you want me or Sev, or both of us to stay with you tonight?" Harry grinned embarrassed and swatted Lupin's caring hands away from his hair.
"I can take care of myself," Harry said at Lupins concern, the last few times Sirius had taken this trip either Lupin or Snape or both of them would sleepover at his house. Lupin smiled as he guided Harry into the kitchen where he made some tea.
"I don't doubt that Harry," Lupin grinned, "but company is better than none." Harry nodded in agreement but he didn't want to inconvenience them and he wanted to get over this unexplained fear of being alone.
"S'ok Padfoot will be back tomorrow anyway." Harry said while drinking the tea, Lupin just nodded.