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: hello, I got some reviews, totally funky. I'm a slow writer because I like to make sure I get details down right, so sorrz if it takes forever for me to update.

Response:

Louis the Sarcastic Muse: um could you please point out the spelling mistakes, you don't have to bother if you don't want too. But if you could, it would be totally appreciated. Shanks

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

Chapter two

Harry woke in the middle of the night, he shivered as he pulled the blankets off him and tugged on his tunic and trousers. He wondered what had woken him up, and jolted when he heard the howls again close by. He rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses, wolves in the backyard again, he thought as he slipped out of his bed. He peered out his window to the backyard and saw the grey figures prowling close to the chicken pen.

Harry sighed, he couldn't scare them away without somebody else since he didn't have any experience with firearms, maybe he should have taken up that offer from Lupin he thought distractedly. Now how to get rid of this problem he thought to himself. Harry yawned and flopped back on his bed, he pushed his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, maybe they'd go away when they figured out they couldn't get into the pen.

Pushing off his clothes again he cuddled back into his bed, throwing the covers over his head as the wolves howled outside.

He must have drifted back to sleep because he was being awakened, rudely he might add, by someone slamming on his front door. It couldn't be Lupin since he knew how much Harry hated waking up in the mornings, Snape might be a sadist but he wouldn't be bothered to irritate Harry. That left either Sirius coming home early, which couldn't be the case because he would have been able to let himself in.

...Or the scariest thought of all....

Pansy Parkinson.

Groaning with even more fever now that the possibility of his worst nightmare had just popped into existence, he curled up tighter and hoped she'd go away. The banging didn't stop. Rolling his eyes under shut eyelids, he popped his head from under the covers, stumbled out of bed and dressed in yesterday's clothes as quickly as he could manage with less than two percent of his brain operating. Refreshing himself, he grabbed an apple of the counter and started munching on the way to the front door. He took his time.

He could now hear her irritating voice screeching through the wooden door, he stood on his tiptoes as he peeked through the small eyehole located on the door. Sound confirmed, visual confirmed it was his worst nightmare. Harry watched her confused, she was wearing quite extravagant clothes, why dress up for a casual visit... unless it wasn't one.

He opened the door slightly, but using her deceiving strength she threw the door open and slammed it closed behind her making Harry jump in surprise. She made herself comfortable in his house and watched him like a predator watches her prey.

"Surprised to see me Harry darling?" Parkinson asked, as she bent down to dust the bottom of her skirt revealing more cleavage than Harry ever wanted to see. Harry looked away to the back window and wondered what the wolves had done last night. Pansy grunted in irritation when she noticed he wasn't paying her the slightest attention.

She got up until she was directly in front of Harry, she caressed his cheek he moved away. "Don't be so shy, we are after all going to get married." Harry choked on the apple he was chewing.

"Huh?" Harry managed rather ineloquently, as he watched her twirl her hair with her pinkie.

"I deserve only the best looking husband to accentuate me. So imagine this, an extravagant house and you my husband waiting for me when I come home from dazzling parties. Or we shall host the best parties this town has ever seen, we will be the most dazzling couplet in town." She squeaked in excitement, Harry rolled his eyes. "It works brilliantly, you were made just for me." Harry almost gagged at the absurdity of the comment, he didn't want to get married, not yet at the age of sixteen and definitely not with her.

"Your right you deserve only the best!" Harry said as an ingenious thought popped into his head, Harry grabbed her arm lightly and pulled her towards the door, Parkinson smiled charmingly.

"Knew you would see it my way!" She exclaimed, "I have our marriage set up outside right now. We don't even have to wait... though perhaps you could change into something more fitting for the occasion." Harry tried to keep a straight face as he opened the door.

"But alas that is why you can't marry me, I don't deserve you!" He pushed her out of the house and slammed the door in her startled face. He could hear her screaming something or the other, outside. Harry laughed as he made his way to the back door, he let himself outside to see how much damage the wolves had done last night.

He looked at the damaged fence and realised they hadn't been able to get through to the chicken pen, Harry sighed relieved, his nightmare hadn't turned out too bad he realized. Letting himself through to the chicken pen he took a bucket of chicken feed out and scattered it around letting the chickens peck away at the ground. Done, he let himself out securing the gate again and wandered out into his backyard.

He didn't get very far before a bloodstained and panicked Prongs thundered into the clearing, Harry stood frozen at the sight of the horse. He ran over looking for injury and found none only making himself panic further, Sirius? Sirius? Sirius?

"P-Prongs, where's Sirius?" The horse screeched in panic rearing on its hind legs, Harry backed away so Prongs wouldn't knock him out with his hooves. "Its okay boy, okay, calm down. Here boy," Harry gave the rest of his apple to Prongs, the horse settled his eyes still wide in fear as the smell of blood reached him.

Harry's breath hitched as he tried to calm himself down, he had to find Sirius, he had to find him now. He could be bleeding to death, the wolves could have gotten him, anything could have happened.

Rubbing his face he mounted Prongs, "Prongs take me to Sirius please," Harry begged the horse, then slapped his rear, Harry held on as Prongs ran through into the forest leading him hopefully to Sirius.

The journey was quite long and Prongs had slowed to a quiet trot, Harry had realised halfway through his flight he should have called Lupin or Snape for help. Too late now he held on and hoped Prongs knew where he was going, for at the moment Harry had no idea where he was.

Castle gates suddenly loomed ahead, Harry tilted his head in confusion. There wasn't anyone who lived this far into the forest anymore so what could a castle be doing out here alone? Harry levered himself off Prongs and led both of them inside the castle gates. He looked at the gate while he was closing it and gave himself a fright when he noticed blood.

Starting to panic Harry quietly shut the castel gates and left Prongs outside securing his reigns so if he ran it wouldn't get caught up in anything. Swallowing nervously he quickly ran up the ornament steps of the castle and opened the large majestic doors. He peered through the darkness. While the outside world was dark the inside of the castle look dejectedly freaky, manoeuvring himself through the small opening off the door he let himself in.

Shutting the door behind him, he took a few steps into the house, haunted nightmare inducing stories rose up to the forefront of his conscious. Gathering up as much courage that was left inside him, he called out into the darkness.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" The silence around him stirred, gathering its power it subdued Harry's shouts. His fear starting to drain as his irk raised he quickly walked deeper into the castle. Harry grabbed his cloak and wrapped it closer around himself, this place was desolate, falling apart. The walls hummed, floorboards creaked and the corridors howled.

He quickly came to a door slightly ajar, blood was smeared on the floor here, but that wasn't what was strange. A dull glow emitted from inside, like a candlestick Harry realized. He took a deep breath and walked in, inside he was faced by a small room, it held nothing but stairs on the floor leading deeper.

Harry saw the light was brighter down the stairs. This was not normal, nobody had answered his calls, and reasonably, nobody should even be living here. So who lit the light?

Squashing his rising fear, he quickly took the steps two by two almost running all the way down into a larger room. He heard a groan, Harry froze he could feel his pulse quicken inside him in apprehension.

"Hello?" Harry called, he walked closer to where he had thought he had heard the noise. This room contained several other doors, few had holes as windows covered in bars, it looked suspiciously like a dungeon.

He heard coughing, certain that somebody was inside one of the doors Harry approached it. "Is there anyone in there?"

"Har.. Harry?" Harry's eyes widened as he glimpsed his godfather's pale sickening form inside the cell, his leg was crudely bandaged and the blood had seeped through, Harry gaped in fright. Sirius grabbed the bars in panic. "Get out! He'll..." Sirius started coughing again, great wheezing breaths that shook his sickened form.

"Don't worry I'll get you out!" Harry said panic saturating his senses, he grabbed the door handle, twisted and pulled. It didn't budge. "Come on dammit open!" Harry started kicking the old door. It wouldn't break. He pulled on the bars but that didn't have any affect on the aged door either.

Sirius stopped coughing, enough to start speaking again. His breaths were still heavy, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs and Harry was petrified for him as he gripped the bars beside his surrogate's fathers face. "Leave me here you moron. Get out, this place is dangerous, there's a -"

"Enough!" a loud roar echoed through the chamber, Harry spun around as a large hand or something akin to it, slammed into his stomach. Harry spluttered as his breath was knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards and fell over.

"Don't lay a finger on him, you bloody overgrown freak! Touch him and I'll kill–" Sirius started coughing again. Dizzily brushing away the stars in front of him, Harry sat up and tried to get a look at his attacker.

It wasn't what he expected, perhaps a large man, perhaps something normal. This was a Beast, a golden haired Beast, slightly resembling a bear. It wasn't big, it was enormous. It wore human clothes and had sharp claws on its massive hands, white barred teeth shone from the candle light. Pale silver blue eyes adored the terrifying face.

Harry gasped as he slapped both hands over his mouth, reverting the Beast's gaze back upon him. Harry tried to stand but realized he must have hurt his ankle in the fall. He winced as pain shot through his leg, he stayed still.

"Let Sirius go!" Harry shouted, when he had the Beast's full attention. His hands dropped into clenched fists beside him.

"Why should I? He is my prisoner," The Beast replied, he took a couple of steps closer to Harry.

"What do you want with him? He's sick and bleeding, can't you see he needs attention?" Harry begged pushing himself away from the Beast, he stopped when his back hit the wall behind him. The Beast bent down to Harry's level.

"I want nothing from him, but if the information of where I reside was to leak out..." The Beast left the sentence hanging, "...maybe," he said slowly, "I should rip out his tongue to ensure silence?" He whispered close so only Harry could hear, Harry swallowed reflexively moving his face away from the Beast. The Beast's hand moved quickly to grab Harry's chin, he forced Harry to stare at him. "Perhaps I could let him go. But I would also have to cut his hands off so he would not be able to write my secret away. I doubt he'd live very long after that. How would you be partial to that?"

Harry stared frozen, the Beast's voice was coarse yet alluring, strangely he spoke dignified like royalty. Harry swallowed again he had to get Sirius out without any harm befalling him, and quickly. "No, wait. He won't say a thing." The Beast looked sceptical. "What do you want for his release?" He tried to move out of the Beast's grip, he could hear Sirius say something not all too pleasant to the Beast. "I could stay instead of him? A trade?" Harry asked hopefully.

"What's stopping me from keeping both of you? And perhaps ripping out his tongue for that repulsive neglect of proper language, and for the sake of my sanity." The Beast moved closer his hand dropping from Harry's chin to lightly squeeze his throat. Harry took a wheezing breath and shut his eyes. "Open your eyes." The Beast suddenly demanded.

"Let Sirius go and I will!" Harry shot back determinedly, the pressure on his neck getting tighter. He parted his lips trying to breathe in more air as the passage became blocked.

"If you promise to stay here till you die, he's free." The Beast lightened his grip. "Unharmed."

Harry opened his eyes, slightly watering. "Deal." Harry breathed out difficultly. The Beast let go of his slim neck and Harry took in a few deep breathes and rubbed his sore throat. The Beast quickly backed away he twisted around and opened the door to Sirius's cell, quickly dragged Sirius out.

"Utter a syllable about this place and I'll kill him," The Beast motioned to Harry, "Believe me, I'll know." He growled and threw the sick man to the floor. Harry managed to move to his godfather, he tore off his cloak and wrapped it around Sirius's leg trying to prevent any more blood loss.

"Sirius?" Harry whispered, "Sirius are you alright? Please wake up." Sirius groaned but didn't open his eyes.

"Don't do it, I'm old. Dammit done for already. GET OUT!" Sirius screamed, his eyes opening to reveal them unfocused against his pale skin, his dark hair a stark contrast to the papery skin. Harry only shook his head in refusal.

"You don't deserve this," Harry said, their little chat was interrupted by the Beast though, as he stepped forward and grabbed Sirius.

"Crabbe, Goyle!" The Beast shouted up the stairs, Harry wondered if the Beast was insane, he hadn't noticed anyone on the way here. Amazingly, footsteps resounded off the walls as two heavy people ran down the stairs. Harry watched in surprise as not men but two moving suits of amour walked down the stairs. Harry pinched himself, then rubbed the sore spot. "Take him to the edge of town," The Beast gestured towards Sirius.

"Dammit be careful!" Harry yelled as Sirius was dragged away by the two burly suits of amour, shouting obscenities and threats to the Beast in between his coughing sprees. The Beast turned back to his latest guest, Harry unconsciously wrung the hem of his tunic nervously, eyes downcast.

"Get up. And look at me." The Beast ordered, Harry frowned but looked up, he needed to make sure Sirius was away and free before he tried anything.

"I can't get up, my leg hurts." Harry finally muttered quietly, the Beast watched him and growled. His features softened for a second before hardening again, he moved to Harry. Grabbing Harry's upper arms the Beast pulled him up roughly, Harry flinched at the contact. "Watch it! Do you want to break my arms off as well?" Harry said rather bravely, considering the Beast could probably rip him to shreds using only one hand and blindfolded. Harry stumbled as he tried to keep the weight of his left foot.

"I'll escort you to your room then." The Beast growled softly, he started to walk up the stairs.

"I have a room?" Harry questioned unbelievingly.

"Unless you desire to inhabit the dungeons?" The Beast growled sarcastically, giving Harry a piercing glare. Harry shook his head annoyed, the Beast had an appalling temper.

"Have you forgotten that I can't walk!" Harry called out behind the Beast as he walked away without a backward glance. He leaned against the wall as the Beast walked back into the room. They stared at each other, sizing each other up before the Beast took a couple of large steps towards Harry and slung him over his muscled shoulder. "Ow..." Harry muttered as the breath was knocked out of him for the second time that day by the same person... thing.

The Beast didn't say a word as he dragged Harry down the corridor, up the east wing and into a nice sparsely furnished room. He then carefully tossed Harry onto the bed, and softly took his left leg in his hands. "This leg?" The Beast asked looking at Harry who had propped himself up on his elbows.

Harry nodded, as he nervously crumpled the sheets underneath him with his fingers, he watched curiously, as the Beast undid the buckles on his boot and slowly took it off. Harry winced at the movement as it sent sparks of pain up his leg. "Ow...ow!" Harry gripped the sheets, going slightly pale.

His ankle looked like a large red watermelon, Harry looked away from his foot and watched the Beast. He had gently taken off the boot, keeping Harry's ankle from touching anything. Harry turned red from embarrassment, and flopped on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

This was strange, what exactly was going on here? If he was a prisoner, why the hell did he have such a room and why was the Beast being so kind... well not kind exactly, more bearable? Harry rubbed his eyes, this was so embarrassing he thought to himself.

"Weasly! Granger, get me some ice and bandages now!" The Beast suddenly roared, Harry jumped in surprise, going back on his elbows again. More servants? The door opened slightly but Harry didn't see anyone come in, until his eyes became drawn to the floor where a candlestick and clock was quickly carrying ice and bandages, rushing towards his bed.

Harry sat surprised and gawked at the two, was all the furniture alive? He looked at the bed and hoped that wasn't alive as well.

The Candlestick was red with freckles he guessed at all the little spots, with two sparkling blue eyes. He had fire on his head and on the two candles on his arms, he hopped towards the bed as he only had on foot or something akin to a foot Harry guessed. The clock was brown and wooden with doe brown eyes and held herself with a sense of pride... as much as you could get as a clock.

They left the contents they were holding near the Beast, as he grabbed a handful of ice and bandages. He pressed the ice on Harry's swollen skin and Harry tried to jerk away. "Hold still." The Beast said impatiently holding his leg a little tighter. Balancing Harry's leg on his arm he pressed the ice unmercifully on Harry's ankle then wound the bandages tightly thus holding the ice painfully against his skin.

"Stop! It hurts." Harry whined, as tears pricked the edge of his vision as he tried to get his foot away form the Beast. The Beast only held it tighter bruising his leg until Harry stopped trying to free himself from the Beast's grip.

He knew the ice was doing the ankle some good but it hurt, he shut his eyes panting, twisting the sheets unsympathetically under him. He tossed his head to the side as and clenched his eyelids as tears slowly fell down his cheeks. He felt someone massage his leg above the ankle, trying to calm himself down Harry opened his eyes to have them met with the silver blue eyes of the Beast.

Harry felt the pain ebb to leave his whole foot numb to all feeling, he let himself go slack as he felt exhaustion sweep over him. He hadn't eaten since this morning and his stomach was letting him know about it loudly.

"Are you hungry?" The Beast asked almost pleasantly, he still held Harry's leg in his hand, the Beast slowly put his foot down on the bed. As soon as the inflamed skin touched the bed, Harry jerked in pain. Slowly without letting his foot touch too many things Harry curled into a ball.

"No," Harry lied, his voice smothered from where it was buried in the pillows. He was spiteful and just wanted to sleep.

"Fine. Join me at breakfast then!" The Beast growled agitated, Harry heard the Beast quickly walk out of his room and slam the door in the process. Harry missed Sirius, he didn't even say goodbye he realized, totally depressed Harry fell into a distraught sleep.