Post by ginnyrules27 on Sept 25, 2012 10:53:17 GMT -5
Beauty and the Beast/Harry Potter crossover
Little eight-year-old Harry sat in his cupboard, whimpering from the lashing he'd gotten. It was the first time he'd received such a punishment but he wouldn't be surprised if he got another one soon. He didn't know why his uncle treated him like this, it wasn't like he asked to be a freak!
Getting up slowly, Harry grabbed his glasses and slipped his shoes on. Lashes or not, he wasn't going to stay here much longer! Even if he was found an hour later, it was still worth the chance of finally leaving. Shutting the door to the house, Harry ran through the snow of the cold December night. He ran until his sides were sore and even then he continued to run. Just as he felt as if he was going to pass out, a strange sensation overcame him. It was like what had happened earlier that day, when Harry had ended up on the roof of the kitchens at school. But when all he saw were trees and the beginning of snow, Harry frowned. He thought his freakishness was finally going to help him out.
"Uh-oh," he muttered as he heard a growl come from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Harry's face drained itself of all color when he saw a large, grey wolf that looked relatively hungry. Harry, despite his marks at primary, wasn't stupid and knew what those growls meant. Running with all the energy he had left, Harry let out a cry when he tripped over a root. His energy vastly depleted, the last thing Harry recalled was a large, brown blur jumping over him and charging at the wolf.
"Moony?" he groaned as he passed out.
Meanwhile, back at the castle, Belle was reading one of the many interesting books the Beast had in his library. Mrs. Potts and Chip had prepared her a nice cup of tea and Lumire was providing excellent candle light. Yes, despite the fact that she no longer had her freedom, Belle was slightly enjoying herself and her new life. At least now, Gaston wasn't bothering her morning, noon and night.
"Belle?" she heard the Beast call out and jumped up to help treat whatever wound he'd gained from chasing the wolves away from the castle. Mrs. Potts and Chip were hopping after her, clamoring about.
"Beast?" Belle called and gasped upon seeing a small boy with spectacles in the Beast's arms. "What happened?"
"I was chasing the wolves away when I saw him," Beast said, sitting down in his chair without a customary groan as was normal from nights like these. "A lone wolf was going to make him dinner had I not--"
"How ever did he get these?" Belle gasped, looking on the gashes on the boy's back. "The poor thing. That wolf must have gotten at him a while before you showed up."
"You saved his life, master," Mrs. Potts said with a smile. "Oh the poor dear. Must have run a long way and in such awful clothes as well."
"He must stay here!" Belle quickly turned to the Beast. "At least until he's better. Then we might be able to find his family."
Beast, though wary of having yet another human who might fear him, couldn't refuse Belle of this. He had already gotten the idea to let the boy stay, though he did not have the proper clothing for a young boy.
"Alright," the Beast said with a sigh. "Tomorrow, if it turns out that we do not have the proper attire for a young boy, you can go down to the village to pick some up."
Belle smiled and gently brushed the hair out of the boy's eyes. "I wonder what his name is?" Belle mused as she traced the lightning bolt scar on the young boy's forehead. "His parents must miss him terribly."
Little eight-year-old Harry sat in his cupboard, whimpering from the lashing he'd gotten. It was the first time he'd received such a punishment but he wouldn't be surprised if he got another one soon. He didn't know why his uncle treated him like this, it wasn't like he asked to be a freak!
Getting up slowly, Harry grabbed his glasses and slipped his shoes on. Lashes or not, he wasn't going to stay here much longer! Even if he was found an hour later, it was still worth the chance of finally leaving. Shutting the door to the house, Harry ran through the snow of the cold December night. He ran until his sides were sore and even then he continued to run. Just as he felt as if he was going to pass out, a strange sensation overcame him. It was like what had happened earlier that day, when Harry had ended up on the roof of the kitchens at school. But when all he saw were trees and the beginning of snow, Harry frowned. He thought his freakishness was finally going to help him out.
"Uh-oh," he muttered as he heard a growl come from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, Harry's face drained itself of all color when he saw a large, grey wolf that looked relatively hungry. Harry, despite his marks at primary, wasn't stupid and knew what those growls meant. Running with all the energy he had left, Harry let out a cry when he tripped over a root. His energy vastly depleted, the last thing Harry recalled was a large, brown blur jumping over him and charging at the wolf.
"Moony?" he groaned as he passed out.
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Meanwhile, back at the castle, Belle was reading one of the many interesting books the Beast had in his library. Mrs. Potts and Chip had prepared her a nice cup of tea and Lumire was providing excellent candle light. Yes, despite the fact that she no longer had her freedom, Belle was slightly enjoying herself and her new life. At least now, Gaston wasn't bothering her morning, noon and night.
"Belle?" she heard the Beast call out and jumped up to help treat whatever wound he'd gained from chasing the wolves away from the castle. Mrs. Potts and Chip were hopping after her, clamoring about.
"Beast?" Belle called and gasped upon seeing a small boy with spectacles in the Beast's arms. "What happened?"
"I was chasing the wolves away when I saw him," Beast said, sitting down in his chair without a customary groan as was normal from nights like these. "A lone wolf was going to make him dinner had I not--"
"How ever did he get these?" Belle gasped, looking on the gashes on the boy's back. "The poor thing. That wolf must have gotten at him a while before you showed up."
"You saved his life, master," Mrs. Potts said with a smile. "Oh the poor dear. Must have run a long way and in such awful clothes as well."
"He must stay here!" Belle quickly turned to the Beast. "At least until he's better. Then we might be able to find his family."
Beast, though wary of having yet another human who might fear him, couldn't refuse Belle of this. He had already gotten the idea to let the boy stay, though he did not have the proper clothing for a young boy.
"Alright," the Beast said with a sigh. "Tomorrow, if it turns out that we do not have the proper attire for a young boy, you can go down to the village to pick some up."
Belle smiled and gently brushed the hair out of the boy's eyes. "I wonder what his name is?" Belle mused as she traced the lightning bolt scar on the young boy's forehead. "His parents must miss him terribly."
