Romeo and Juliet, a drarry ve...

Act 1, Scene 1, cont.

Enter several muggle police and wizards and witches, who join the fray; then enter muggle citizens, who scream and yell at both sides

MUGGLES

Defend, come all Britons! strike! beat them down, the rioters!

Down with the police! down with the Aurors!

Enter LUCIUS MALFOY and NARCISSA MALFOY, hearing the fighting.

LUCIUS MALFOY

What noise is this? Give me my assault rifle, ho!

NARCISSA MALFOY

You have no business going out there! Why call you for a rifle?

LUCIUS MALFOY

I need a firearm, I say! Guards get ready! James Potter, himself is coming,

And flourishes his wand in spite of my title!

Enter JAMES POTTER and LILY POTTER, restraining her husband

JAMES POTTER

I received a Patronus from my Aurors. Those villain police, starting trouble --Hold me not, let me go!

LILY POTTER

Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE KINGSLEY, with wizard and muggle guards

PRINCE

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of these quiet streets!

Will thou not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,

Quench that fire of your pernicious rage!

On pain of death, for those bloody hands

Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!

Fighting stops.

Now hear the sentence of your prince and minister.

Three riots between Aurors and the police, bred of a small insult,

By your men, Prime Minister Malfoy, 

and thee, Head of the Aurors James Potter,

Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,

And made London's citizens part of your never-ending war!

Innocents suffer from this fighting and skirmishes,

A misspelled curse... a ricochet of a firearm,

You are haters peace, and refuse to part with your canker'd hate:

If ever you disturb our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For now, everyone disperse, but,

You, Minister Malfoy; shall come along with me to Downing Street

And, Auror Potter, come you to my office this afternoon at the Ministry,

I'll have words with you both to cease these incidents,

To bring peace, to London and our country,

Once more, on pain of death, all people depart.

Exeunt all but JAMES POTTER, LILY POTTER, and RON

JAMES POTTER

Who set this quarrel into a riot?

Speak, my son's honorary brother, were you there when it began?

RON

There were the police officers of your adversary,

And your Aurors, nearly fighting as I approached:

I drew to part them: in that instant came

The fiery Bellatrix, with her weapon drawn prepared,

Which, as she breathed hatred and violence to my ears,

She brought up her weapon and her bullets cut the wind,

Barely missing me. Nothing hurt, but she screamed for more men.

While we were meeting shots for curses,

More came and more and fought, for them and for us,

Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LILY POTTER

O, where is Harry? saw you him today?

Glad I am he was not at this fray. 

He has not the desire to see more blood spilled.

RON

Ma'am, an hour before the bright sun

Peer'd forth from the golden sky of the east,

I decided to walk around your estate;

Where, underneath the grove of a sycamore

Hidden in the western part of your lands,

So early walking did I see your son:

Towards him I walked, but he was ahead of me

And Apparated away before I could reach him:

I know he reacts to things like I do,

And takes comfort in thinking when he's alone,

I respected him by not pursuing him,

And will gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

JAMES POTTER

Aye, many a morning hath he there been seen,

With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

Adding more dark clouds with his deep sighs;

But we know little of what is causing his depression

Should he blame me for this crisis? For not saving him from the war?

The shady upbringing he had when Voldemort stole him from us

and left him at an orphanage to grow up with muggles,

But he came back to us, after the war. We thought him better...

Away from the light, he drifts, my poor son,

And locks himself in his private chamber,

Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out

And makes himself an artificial night:

Trying to forget the great war, the new one,

I would not have saddled him with such a burden,

Dumbledore did with his damn prophecy that was fulfilled.

Harry won the war, but still lost. I wish we can remove his pain.

RON

My near-father, do you know the cause of his distress?

JAMES POTTER

I neither know it nor can I convince him to tell me.

RON

Have you tried him by any other means?

JAMES POTTER

Both by myself, his mother and many other friends:

But he, his own mental counselor,

He is to himself--I will not say how true--

But so secret and so close,

He drifts, sorrow and pain in his heart,

He cannot connect to us, so perhaps you will try?

You are not just an Auror, you are his best friend,

His brother that he never had, will you try?

If we could but learn from whence his sorrows grow.

We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter HARRY

RON

See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;

I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

JAMES POTTER

I would be so happy for thy attempt,

You will hear true confession. Come, Lily, let's away.

Exeunt JAMES POTTER and LILY POTTER

RON

Good-morrow, mate.

HARRY

Is the day so young?

RON

But the hour has struck nine.

HARRY

Ay me! sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

RON

It was. What sadness lengthens Harry's hours?

HARRY

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

RON

In love?

HARRY

Out--

RON

Of love?

HARRY

Yes, where I am in love. But she is gone.

RON

Alas, love, so gentle in the beginning,

But so traitorous and rough in the end!

HARRY

Alas, that loss of love, that I can still feel,

Even without eyes to her, I remember her still... Ginny!

Harry sees a Daily Prophet headline as they walk down the street

Oh shit! What was the cause of this vile riot!

No, tell me not, for I have heard it all.

There's much to do with hate, but more with love, Ron!

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

O anything, of nothing, first create!

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

Opposites of what is right!

Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!

Never-ending battles, that is what it is!

This love I feel for my lost love, is great, but I feel no love in this!

Dost thou not laugh at my misfortune?

RON

No, mate, I rather weep.

HARRY

Good heart, at what? Your mistakes?

RON

At thy good heart's oppression.

HARRY

Why, such is me... love's bitch.

This grief is of mine own and it lies heavy in my heart,

Which thou wilt have me grow, to fight another war

With more of thine lost: this love brings me pain,

Doth add more grief to me, it's too much.

But love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;

My soul's pain purged with a fire sparkling in my lovers' eyes;

But being that I am banished into a sea nourish'd with my tears:

What else matters? This pain is a madness most discrete,

An incessant itch and a preserving sweet.

Farewell, my brother. I wish to mourn my lost love alone.

RON

Wait! I will accompany; you shouldn't be alone,

And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

HARRY

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;

This is not Harry, he's somewhere other than here.

RON

Tell me in truth, will you ever heal from her? It's been over a year,

She was my sister... and you nearly my brother in truth.

I thought you healed. What brought on this fresh round of pain?

HARRY

What, shall I forget?

RON

Forget! why, no. We will never forget her

But sadly tell me who can heal your heart?

HARRY

Bid a heartsick man in sadness to give answer?

Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill, Ron?

But I will confess a secret to you, mate. If you'll hear it.

In fear, brother, I think love other men.

RON

I aim'd so near I did, when I saw you staring at Cedric's butt...

Hermione and I knew, mate. We love you still.

HARRY

A right good guess, Ron! But I fear what my father will say.

Even though my godfathers were together and they didn't care.

Remus being a werewolf, certainly made it easier as Sirius was his mate.

RON

As long as he's right fair mark, Harry, it will be a hit.

HARRY

Well, in that hit, we will miss: there's no one

With Cupid's arrow; every boy I like is straight;

And strong proof of their desire to be so,

From love's weak childish bow she hurts me at every turn.

They will not try despite a siege of loving terms,

Nor with my famous father and achievements,

Nor the family vault of much galleons:

O, every guy is rich in beauty, but straighter than an arrow,

I am cursed to fail at love.

RON

You will give up and live chaste? There must be someone who is for you

HARRY

After Voldemort died under his own spell,

I've met nearly every wizard in Briton, Ron.

For any beauty I've found was of horrible character

Is it too much to ask for beauty and grace?

My true love is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,

To merit bliss by making me despair:

Requited love hath forsworn me, and in that vow

Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

RON

Be ruled by me, your true love must be out there!

HARRY

O, teach me how I should forget to think of my despair.

RON

By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

Examine other beauties!

HARRY

'Tis the way, but where?

I've looked. I've looked for a long time.

These happy masks that I put on, are slipping further...

Being black is my soul, crushed from loneliness.

I might be stricken blind, cannot forget it

The precious treasure of my eyesight lost:

But show me an Adonis that is passing fair,

What doth his beauty serve, as but a footnote to his gentle soul

That I may revel in forever?

Farewell: thou canst not teach me to see what is not there!

RON

I'll prove thee wrong, or else die in your debt.

Exeunt

Grammarly says that this is 13% plagiarized (from W. Shakespheare's work and it's not copyrighted as the guy died like 400 years ago) But only 13%. Should I get it down? lol. But I love some of the original quotes! And it's funny how well I can make it fit!