Hamlet: The Harry Potter Version

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Disclaimer: We are poor to buy the rights to Harry Potter. If we did Draco and Harry would have been together a long time ago. We can't own Shakespeare as he has been dead for more than half a millennia and we can't afford to buy the rights to his play either.

Act I, scene 2

In a throne room in the middle of the castle, a king sat with a triumphant smirk on his face and a boring monologue ready on his lips…

"Well, I see Hamlet hasn't gotten over his coughpatheticcough father's death." Said King Voldemort, a sneer on his face. "Though we must, sadly, move on. Therefore I have married the Queen to continue to keep the kingdom in balance. It is my duty, as his brother." He paused in his monologue, looking over at one of the other occupants of the room. "What's your problem Mr. Weasley?"

"I want to go back to France for school. Your coronation is over and I want to return. I wanna leave…now." One Ronald Weasley demanded, pouting.

"Have you your father's permission? What says he?" Voldemort asked.

"He pestered me until I allowed him to go, my lord." Snape spoke up, nodding to the king.

"Then you may go." Voldemort said with a dismissing gesture.

Ron bowed before exiting the room. As he left, the hunched figure of Harry entered, an aura of depression surrounding him. He was clad in all black.

"Ah, Harry…my son." Voldemort exclaimed, beckoning the black-haired teen forward.

Harry snorted under his breath, muttering, "In your dreams, lizard man. Not in this lifetime."

"Why is it that you're still so depressed, Harry?" Voldemort inquired as Harry approached the throne.

"Why is it that you're still such a prick?" Harry retorted, his depressing mood fueling his rage.

Voldemort twitched angrily, but he restrained himself. Harry was the prince, after all.

Lily Potter, the Queen, finally decided to speak up.

"Everyone dies, my son, so cast away your ill feelings." She said softly.

"Yeah that's true." Harry replied dejectedly.

"Then why are you still acting like such a child?" The Queen asked, tilting her head to the side.

"'Cause I feel like it. I am the prince." Harry sniffed.

"Goddammit Harry, you're acting like a mudblood! It shows how weak you are." Voldemort yelled, rising out of his chair. "Therefore, I'm not letting you go back to school."

Harry's emerald eyes narrowed.

"You can't stop me." He said coldly, his hands balled into fists. "Father." He added with an ironic hiss.

"Please, stay with us Hamlet. I don't want you to leave." Lily implored.

"Fine. But only for you, mother." Harry said resignedly, nodding to her.

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"Oh God, how could someone as terrible as my uncle replace someone as good as my father? It was too quick, and too incestuous." Harry raged when he was left alone, kicking one of the marbled walls in anger.

Harry's head whipped to the side as two of his friends entered. Draco, Dean and Seamus entered frantically.

"Hail to your lordship!" Draco called, bowing slightly.

"Hey Harry!" Seamus grinned, trapping Harry in a bear hug.

"Yo." Dean added.

"Hi Draco! I'm glad to see you well." Harry smiled, hugging his friend even though he was still caught by Seamus. "How are you?"

"The same, my lord." Draco replied, watching in amusement as Dean pried Seamus off of Harry.

"Stop calling me that! You're my friend and my equal." Harry chastised with a smile.

"My lord, I came to see your father's funeral." Draco said, smirking as Harry's eyes narrowed.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" Harry yelled, poking the blonde teen. "And I thought it was to see my uncle's coronation, not my father."

"It happened pretty quickly I must admit," Draco replied. "I couldn't help but see both."

"Yeah I guess that's true since they used the leftover food from the funeral to serve the guests at the wedding," Harry sighed. "Draco I think I've seen my father."

"Where pray tell?" the blonde inquired.

"I see him in my mind's eye, Draco,"

"I think I saw him last night."

"Huh? Who?"

"Your father, you moron."

"What? Tell me about it! I command you!"

"I thought we were supposed to be equals, Harry!"

"Sorry," Harry shrugged sheepishly.

"Two nights ago, Granger saw a figure not unlike your father walking stately by her," Draco began. "Of course, I didn't believe her. So I went to go see for myself. I knew your father and it looked exactly like him."

"Where was this?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Up on the platform," Seamus interjected.

"Did you guys not talk to it?" the sable-haired teen inquired.

"I did but it didn't answer me," Draco huffed in remembered annoyance. "It left when the sun rose."

"Huh. That's weird," Harry said.

"You moron, the dead are afraid of the cock's crow and the sun rising," Draco snapped, then paused. "Do you think that I would lie to you?"

"Okay, okay. Are you guys guarding again tonight?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," everyone in the room replied in unison.

"Armed?"

"Yeah."

"From top to toe?"

"From head to foot."

"Did you see his face?"

"Yeah. He wore his visor up," Draco replied.

"Did he look angry?" Harry demanded.

"A countenance more in sorrow than in anger," he said.

"Pale or red?"

"Nope. He seemed pretty pale to me."

"And fixed his eyes upon you?"

"Yes Harry."

"…I wish that I had been there," Harry sighed.

"So do I….I .. I mean it would have amazed you." Draco replied with a slight flush.

"Yeah. Did it stay long?" Harry asked obliviously.

"It felt like it," the blonde replied.

"His beard was grizzled, no?" Harry asked.

"As I remember it graying and old," Draco replied.

"Draco…." Harry said warningly.

"Yes?" the blonde replied innocently.

"Never mind…I will go with you tonight."

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Act I, Scene 3

In a room somewhere in the kingdom…..a brother is giving advice to his blockhead of a sister that most of the time he pretends not to be related with.

"I'm leaving, Ginny," Ron said. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" she asked in a superior tone of voice.

"Stay away from Harry," Ron said. "There's something odd about that guy."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked. "I know that he's been a bit of a player in the past, but he said that he stopped for me."

"Isn't he wonderful?" she sighed.

"Dear stupid sister, he's just in it to keep the others off his back," Ron sighed. "Oops, I've rambled on a little too long. I have to leave. Here comes father."

Snape walked into the room, his cloak billowing as though it was alive. (maybe it is. You never know)

"What the hell are you still doing here, Ron?" Snape snapped. "You have me blessing, now go!"

"I'm leaving. I'm leaving," Ron sighed but didn't move from where he stood.

"Remember what I told you earlier. Think before you speak," Snape said. "If you make friends, don't let them manipulate you into doing stupid things. Don't fight. They might not know it, but we all know that anyone can kick your ass. Why Harry and Draco both showed you as well as all of the rest of us, last year. Oh and listen but don't talk. You appear more intelligent if you keep your mouth shut and God knows, you need all that you can get."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving. Bye Ginny. Remember what I told you," Ron said as he finally stepped out of the room.

Snape turned to Ginny. "What did he say to you?"

"Oh he was just talking to me about Harry," Ginny sighed dreamily.

"Oh. Him," Snape said. "I've noticed that he has been talking to you lately. What is between you? Don't try to lie. You're pathetic at that despite all the training I have attempted to give you over the years."

"He has lately shown his affection to me," she said happily.

"How?" Snape demanded.

"He looked me in the eye and for once didn't look like he was about to vomit," she said.

"Do you believe his affection is true?" Snape asked.

"I don't know what to think, my lord," she replied.

"Just stay away from him. His actions are suspicious and he likes his toast buttered on the other side if you know what I mean," Snape replied. "And for the record, that doesn't mean that he likes the buttered side on the bottom either."

"Um…I shall obey my lord," she said slowly after much thought.

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Tsuki: There. We're done our second chapter.

Storm: We put the third act in there also, in case you people haven't noticed.

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