me: omg jily beauty and the beast au
my other fics: um...
me: *shoving them into my closet* ANYWAY,

NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT. IT'S JUST THE PROLOGUE THOUGH, THE CHAPTERS WILL GET LONGER.

James Fleamont Potter had almost everything an eleven year old could want. He had servants, a castle, three warm meals a day, and three best friends. Yes, at first glance, anyone would be envious.

The problem was, James Fleamont Potter was an orphan.

His parents had died when he was nine. There had been a terrible sickness going around at the time, and the entire family had caught it. James survived. Fleamont Potter, brother to the King of England, and his wife Euphemia, didn't.

The only reason James survived the sorrow and guilt of the entire ordeal were Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Sirius was the son of Italian nobility, but had moved in with the Potter's when his family disowned him. Peter's father was the doctor who cared for the Potter's. Remus was a peasant boy who was found next to his dead parents, and Euphemia demanded he be taken in. The three consoled James when he needed it, brought him outside to play to distract him, and made sure that he ate and slept.

Because of the death of his parents, James changed. He refused to get close to anyone other than his three best friends, and treated people horribly so they would leave him alone. He was arrogant, show-offish, and mean. Sirius, Remus, and Peter were no better, simply following his lead. The King found him and his friends such a nuisance, that he sent them to a far off castle in the countryside.

One night, the eleven year old went to the door to find an old beggar. She pleaded for shelter from the horrid storm that was battering the countryside in exchange for a beautiful rose. James, thoroughly disgusted by her appearance, demanded she leave at once. The old woman warned him to not judge people by their looks. James, thinking that the woman was insane, sent her off again.

Suddenly, her awful appearance melted away to a beautiful witch. James begged for forgiveness, but she knew there was no love in his heart. The enchantress cursed the castle, along with everyone who lived there. James watched in horror as he changed into a horrid beast, and his best friends were turned into nothing more than furniture. The witch left James an enchanted mirror to see the world, and the rose she had offered, with a promise. If he could learn to love another, and have her love him in return, the spell would be broken.

James, ashamed of what he had become, hid himself in the castle, distancing himself from everyone, even his best friends. As the years past, and his twenty first birthday approached, he fell into despair. He knew in his heart that the spell could never be broken.

No one could ever learn to love a monster like him.

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