Basically, it's the plot bunnies' fault- those devilish rats. Casablanca has always been a comfort movie to me and an idea struck me last night to make a story crossover/based on it. I guess it is probably more based on it, rather than a crossover. I will never mention any of the original characters. To those who have seen the movie- I hope you will enjoy this edition as much as the original. As for those who haven't- I hope you will like it just as much. I would highly recommend seeing the movie first though if you don't want me to spoil it for you. Enjoy!

Name: Moroccan Nights

Author: Dragonfires

Rating: PG-13

Ships: DM/HG, HP/HG, and mentions of DM/GW

Summary: To escape the forceful hand of the Death Eaters on Europe and parts of Africa, many witches and wizards fled to Casablanca to obtain safe voyage to freedom in America. Draco Malfoy, the cynical owner of the most popular night club in that city, lives the quiet life of indifference- neither siding with the Death Eaters, nor the Liberators (those trying to free Europe from Voldemort's grasp). But when his former love walks into his life and club with another man, he is forced to make the decision between his own wants and the lives those in jeopardy. (Post-Hogwarts).

Disclaimer: I do not own Casablanca and Harry Potter. I am making no profits off of this fic and do not intend to. The characters are the property of their rightful owners (not me).

Moroccan Nights

By: Dragonfires

In the 1940s, the world was thrust into the horrific battles of World War Two. Hitler, a powerful military leader, raised the forces of his supporters, Nazis, against Europe and those he considered imperfect- predominantly those of the Jewish religion. Death camps were established where these innocent people were terminated by the thousands.

After the Nazis took control of Paris, many fled looking for safe passage to the Americas, to freedom, through Lisbon. But not all could go straight to Lisbon, so a refugee trail erupted: Paris to Marseilles, Marseilles to Oran, then across the rim of Africa to Casablanca. And there is where those lucky people through money, influence, or luck gained visas to go to America.

The year is now 2010, and this story takes place in that accursed city of Casablanca. There is now a similar situation in the wizarding world. After the death of Albus Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort and his forces wreaked havoc upon the wizarding communities in Europe and parts of Africa (Egypt, Lybia, and Algeria, to be precise). The wizarding government in Morocco, as unstable as it is, has managed to allow Death Eater occupation, but maintained their own laws.

Hitler, a sort of idol for Voldemort, has become Voldemort's inspiration in many of his actions. Concentration camps similar to the Nazi death camps have been established near Longford, Armagh, Bath, Northampton, Pierrelatte, Orange, and Cairo where Muggle-borns are killed in the hundreds along with a few Muggles that have fallen prisoner to Voldemort's forces.

So many have fled to Casablanca, the only know place left where a safe passage to the Americas may be attained.

Michael Corner walked up the streets of Espoir Alley, the all magic part of Casablanca with his wife Katherine next to him. He watched, amused, as she haggled with a shop owner over a piece of lace. The sound of a plane was heard, and he and Katherine looked up. He heard her sigh beside him. "Maybe tomorrow," she said wistfully, "we'll be on that plane."

He shrugged, but then heard the sound of a car speeding down the dirt road. Grabbing Katherine, he pushed her inside of the Silver Coin, a popular watering hole in the city. He watched carefully out of the window as the Death Eaters clambered out of the car and began arresting anyone that looked "suspicious."

"What do they want?" asked Katherine.

"Rumor says that there were two Death Eaters murdered last night that were carrying two letters of transit," he said.

"Was it the Liberators?"

"Either that or some greedy man trying to make a fortune to go to America."

"Avada Kedavra!" they heard someone yell from outside.

Michael closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Sounds like someone was resisting arrest; it was probably a Liberator."

After his words, the sound of the car outside gave him the reassurance that it was okay to exit the club. After all, when you are a Liberator and are carrying literature on freeing the Muggle-borns, it isn't safe to brushing shoulders with Death Eaters.

Blaise Zambini waited anxiously next to Zanda Schmitt as the plane landed; he saw Schmitt smile as the Dark Mark on the side of the plane was make clear and visible. The motor of the plane ceased and a large man in black robes walked out of the plane. His robes were decorated with silver, the mark of Voldemort's Chosen. These men were in the middle circle of Voldemort's support. Voldemort's Few, those in his inner circle, had robes decorated with metallic green, while all others sported robes of plain black.

The man walked to Schmitt who immediately said, "Our Lord is the liberator."

The Chosen, whom Zambini had begun to remember, said, "He provides for the loyal."

"It is nice to see you again, Honored Flint," said Schmitt, ignoring Blaise who stumbled at the recognition of his name. Marcus Flint nodded his head. "May I present the Chief Auror here in Casablanca? Honored Flint, this is Blaise Zambini."

As Flint nodded, recognizing him, Blaise could see Flint did not remember him from Hogwarts. "Casablanca welcomes you," Blaise said.

"I am happy to be here," said Flint.

"The weather here in Casablanca can be quite hot at times; you may want to consider casting a cooling charm on your robes," said Blaise, confidently.

"Thank you for your advice. Anyway, what has been done about the murder of our two brothers?"

"Well, I have the men gathering twice the number of usual suspects. We actually already know who the murder is, but it never hurts to establish some intimidation in the people. It keeps them in line."

"Do you have him?"

"No, of course not."

Flint's eyebrow's furrowed in anger, "Why not?"

"We know where he is. He'll be at Dragon's tonight; everyone goes there."

"Well, as long as you know where he is... I've heard quite a lot about this place- Dragon's. And I remember the owner from school. Does he still own it?"

"Draco? Of course."

"I'd very much like to be reacquainted with him."

"Very well! Come to Dragon's tonight. You may also witness the capture of the man who murdered your men."

Okay, I'm sorry if that chapter was a little boring, since all it really did was give information. But it will liven up quite a bit, I promise. I hope you still enjoyed it!

Dragonfires